Saturday, 28 July 2018

Thursday, 26 July 2018

second hand book

who’s dead fingers

turned these pages?

cattle

disembodied

appear from the fog

ekphrastic on ‘Fog, Hawkes Bay’ by Rita Angus

Monday, 23 July 2018

beneath the headstone
conversations
unfinished

Accepted Pulses scheduled 20 December 2018

Sunday, 15 July 2018

a hanging

followed by a shooting...

new story unfolds


Ekphrastic on The Ballad of Lefty Brown

Saturday, 14 July 2018

Sunday, 8 July 2018

letting go
the good toxopholite
knows when

***

knowing when
the good toxopholite
lets go
the keynote speaker
transforming bullshit
into airmiles
returning happy
from the summerhouse
gin glasses empty

Thursday, 5 July 2018

A deep smell

of late Autumn rain

worked its way in from the steet

This was a line of prose in a short story ‘Birthday girl’ in Desire by Haruki Mirakami which I thought worked well as a haiku.

Senior Rail Card nearing the end of the journey