Category: Poetry
Say That My Illness Were a Fairy Child
…and that for years I carried her unwittingly but when the pangs came for him she slipped out too, like a seal pup. Say I blew raspberries into her …
Read moreUnder the Thumbs
Just above the water: my ten toes. A distinct arch in a hot heaven of foam. Both little toes particularly little, noticeably curled. The next equally …
Read moreMy Ancestors are Deader than your Ancestors
We are a family of murderers – we murder our dead, put them in deeper graves than most people do. We don’t want our dead to talk. We don’t wan …
Read moreThe Little House
The little house I visit in my dreams is not the same place where I was born; no, this place is much further from town in an unfamiliar neighbourhood …
Read moreSkimming a Stone
I am at the stony beach by the river with both sons. They are old enough not to be eating stones anymore. They have a net to fish for fish, and for st …
Read moreTutankhamun’s Wet Nurse Imagines Herself as the Goddess Nut
stars in my hair dragonflies padding each shoulder a blue mole cuddles each toe I hold two worlds together …
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