Oxford, Saturday afternoon
Singing magpies clustering magpies and Alice down by the meadows I’m late… [2002]
Category: my poetry
[goose song]
The shape of your void determines your form. I had heard the geese sing all morning — and my first choice was to be with them. Their door was shut but there was another door, and the warm wind. My void is shaped like goose song.
[beginning day]
“Come out and play,” the day says. “I am new and it is the beginning of all things.” It was the beginning before, I say. And the day before that. “There is always a beginning underneath.” And beneath that? “Another.” How many beginnings are there underneath? I ask. “How low can you go?”
Once upon a time, with a shark
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who grew up in a forest in Ohio. She was very lonely, and dreamed about sharks. Sometimes, she dreamed she was a shark. This was not so very strange, because once, when her father had taken her fishing, she had caught a very small shark. She … Continue reading Once upon a time, with a shark
white pebble 