hissst! (it is wet)

hissst! wake up man can’t you seewhat’s going on for crying out loudyouare beingsostupid everybody elseknows ~ and whatof anna-maree straw-blondhyphenationwith sparkle green eyesand lush reds whatis anna-mareeif not another wordfor betrayal lippy and blushand . . .yeshorizontal dancingwith the minions what would there beto sayif a glanceupat the blueof the skysuddenly showeda crack a … Continue reading hissst! (it is wet)

normal (again)

are we thereyet are we at the last stageof this contagionyet plans are beingannounced if this . . .thenperhaps that whenthe following is . . .and afterthe previous has . . .thenwe might . . . there are caveats attachednowto doingto meetingto pursuingto breathingto beinglest there bea recurrence a flare up a stagethree . . … Continue reading normal (again)

saved (but un-resilient) by the government

resilience I thinkthat is the wordI have been looking for the wordthat ismissing todaythe news is focusedon the winding back the cessationof paternal benevolence the government hassays the governmentbeen generous the governmentsays the governmentcannot keep spendingmoneythat belongs to the peopleon providing supportto the people thatsays the governmentis not the jobof the government noit is the … Continue reading saved (but un-resilient) by the government

a set of numbers (a picture of hope)

winter endedwarmand my bodily aches tell meit was nota particularly coldseason though the chill daysseemed . . .perhapseven more so numbinginto the depthsof the bone for muchof the timethere has seemedno hope little real prospectof anythingbut more standing nowin nascent springtimethe news is . . .cautious downward trendsin toll numbers casesand deaths upward spikesto shiver … Continue reading a set of numbers (a picture of hope)

Working title – ‘A Magpie Sings’ – a reading from the #WIP

I decided today that I was overdue for a reading to camera. The longer I don't do one, the easier it is not to do one. I've read a handful of poems from the current work-in-progress this morning, and, as rough as it always is, with me, I did enjoy it. I find that the … Continue reading Working title – ‘A Magpie Sings’ – a reading from the #WIP

a mystery (who now knows)

it is hardto knowa personwhen they are enswathedby a maskor behind a scarf I stoppedmid-strideat the supermarket a voice I knewhad comealive a glance aroundanda glancearound nobody familiar it was just a voicedistorted by a maskjust a purchasefromthe deli I ama well known strangernow people recognize meby my gaitand stoop the colourof myfaded hairso grey … Continue reading a mystery (who now knows)

is dead (is dead)

I have stopped lookingat the numbersnow I no longertune inavidly or watch the evening news I turn awayfrom the imagesof grave fields and grief second waves third I train my eyesto watchthe ground keep my mouthclosedbehind a mask only raise themto the gloryof the skydayor nightin my backyardat home I am aware . . . … Continue reading is dead (is dead)

broken water (pointing fingers)

misery swellslike a tide rising gathering speedand depthand strengthwith he passageof time as the worstif the diseasecrestsand peaks . . . instead ofretreatinto recoveryand recuperationthe despair that it broughtbecomes greater for a new plagueof bickeringrises deathby one thousandfinger jabs one thousand pointsof order one thousand failuresof humanity we become a societythat examinesthe minutiaeof mask wearingetiquettein … Continue reading broken water (pointing fingers)

a mask in heat (no hope)

can a personbe identifiedby their eyesalone I’m not sure windowsto the soul laughter linesor frown they reveal muchbutthe maskconceals my telephonesmart thing that it isdoes notknow me perhapsif it possessed a senseof smell . . . what I am seeing noticing feeling is weariness when the blue patchof face coveringis removedthe lookis grim tired the … Continue reading a mask in heat (no hope)

no more (what was is not)

in the citystories emerge suicide attemptedafter sudden lockdown feelings of despairand criminal status and loss hopelessness up herein a regionnear to a closed borderthere is angerat interference no lifecan be conductednormallyany more we have no diseasebut are treatedas thoughcontagious preventedfrom crossing the waterto go to work or to shop made to feeli likecarriersandincubatorsof contagion a … Continue reading no more (what was is not)