Writing

The long nails are blue at the ends of your ivory fingers. Upon the codex…

Glaucous moonlight and you! Riefenstahl … You writhe, Leni, unprim the bolting saddle. Foxes in…

From this small word ‘amour’ so heavy in its vowels, slice out the letter ‘o’…

Bruegel looks upon the quotidian: gazing, with pierced study at a white feather adrift through…

Inoculated against tears as if breathing were a consummate agony and using my features with…

Clandestine the virtues of Yahweh, mere tongue yowling in cavernmouth. A presentiment of Lascaux oh…

(i) In all of God’s green earth there is nothing so depressing as the sound…

Venice gripped me tight and would not let go. And I would be a liar…

She wanted no part of it and now his job was to win her back…

All things that were set high are now, it seems, to be lowered. Caught between…