Short Boots Twenty five dollar boots from Cooks— on Oxford Street, cow hide, Cowgirl-style, embossed, with a Cuban heel, you meant business and when, at eighteen, I walked home in the hot compression of summer after work, the local mongrels once formed a pack, the first, hair-sprung snarling, rushed to introduce his throat to the […]

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Dealing with obese women Fat women don’t have feelings— They are, by definition, jolly, Bluff, a bit obtuse. No need to watch your words— Like foreigners and children, They don’t speak the language. Despite their bulk, They’re easy to ignore, and All of them look strangely similar. When next you meet one, Remember, if communication […]

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Surreal Elements in a Relationship He wore jeans and a singlet boots and a watch which he hung over the chair like a Dali watch it grew bigger and bigger while I grew smaller and smaller he said my moustache made me look like a man I said his moustache made him look absurd I […]

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Glass Slipper My beautiful, blue-eyed boy grown so tall and strong and strange, able to make a living not a life, beloved but ill-equipped to love your lovely, laughing girl who barely hesitates as he draws her into the slow, somnambulant dance of the unrequited, taking up the 3:4 rhythm like a heart born to […]

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Chandelier-Tree I find myself staring at the spaces between fronds, where pure blue plumes appear, the air painting itself on my eye. And I see how the trunk doesn’t end where a person can climb, but continues to the redwood’s true crown, sky-feathers piercing the stratosphere, blue forest on blue, some white with lace frills […]

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Redwood Canopy Explorer I hang in the spaces between canopies and when I pause for breath it hits me— the total silence. Even my mental chatter vanishes. Just me and these ancient beings and the rain they filter from the fog dripping on my glistening skin. I glide in a wordless mist. All that holds […]

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The Treekeeper’s Tale I have set up house in the hollow trunk of a giant redwood. My bed is a mat of pine needles. Cones drop their spirals on my face as I sleep. I have the usual flying dreams. But all I know when I wake is that this bark is my vessel as […]

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The final cliché When th’endangered species are no more and the seas are no longer around, and the multicultural masses are expiring under the ground; When every darned thing has been side-lined; and the last line in the sand has been drawn, and nothing is fit for purpose, and nobody else can be born; When […]

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Hungry for you I wish you were an ice-cream on a stick So I could thaw your coldness, lick by lick, With maybe a chocolate coating I could bite And break away to reach your sweet delight, Undressing you, removing nip by nip, Your shiny shell—it melts upon my lips. I wish you were an […]

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The Line like a tune in your head that cannot be heard that fades away when you listen like spider silk glimpsed as it drifts unanchored and aimlessly glistening like a bright curl of metallic thread after the fabric has shredded and it is freed from the pattern like the arc of light when a […]

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