autumn haberdashery in a window display as imagined by a cat with an umbrella
the fading
god of autumn
haberdashery
at the bus stop
in answer to my
question that touched
him like a breeze
on his loose shoulder
whispered to me
in boarding that
the length of any
life was just a
minute, the minute
in which you
are, every other
time was just
leaves in the making
leaves in the falling
we only have a
minute and he
waved like a
gull sheering off Continue reading “blowing out”
The ‘pie’ in question, as snapped by an errant jazz cat
spilt across the domain this morning a thin low fog on the other side of the field not even up to the shins the white of a magpie in it matched to it its black truly greyed in it as we did with crayons once a patient scrawl of white waxing over the black… walking on through it Continue reading “making grey”
According to the information given on Fridakahlo.org, where this image was sourced, ‘Frida drew many self-portraits with her pets and this is one of those and she included her parrots in this painting. When this portrait was painted she was just remarried with Diego but was having a love affair with Nickolas Muray, who helped Frida with her first exhibition in New York in 1938 and was a successful portrait photographer.’
your name a hot needle stitch
under the skin
in a m u s cle of DESIGN.
details hinting f i n e
as the images the duskseals on your eye.
for its THERE
i believe truly
we stand.
on the crumbling
BANK OF EVENING
AND the stars are the
Bleeding stems
of flowers
sheared off by the
c o o l blade of the dark.
it’s these DETAILS
like achoreographer’s scribble
a muddle of difficult STEPS
and balances
the precision about
your name
it’s these details
journeystouches that linger
like j ou rn e y s
i’d have d r a w n
within the blue line
of ah e a rt.
july 1988
london
The music for the reading is from the Kyrgzy pop song ‘Appak suiuu’ (White Love) as recorded by the Kryghz singer, Yulia Ruskaya. A link to the video is posted here below.