thwocking turbulence

the thwock-ing of a copter blade luffed my ears and echoed right through the house I searched window to window trying to locate the source of the reverberation there high an afterburn image of blades spinning somehow pursuing themselves always half a thwok behind and a ripple through the air like petrol in a state … Continue reading thwocking turbulence

a-wooing for coffee

Yellow Bourbon E- special Ethiopia Yirgacheffe as well their green beans turn to brown in the oily smoke with a cra-cra- crackling sound coffee over the stove-top it's Espresso that gets me wired here’s a batch of beans green-to-brown them turn the heat much higher grind them start the day right percolate the bubbling growl … Continue reading a-wooing for coffee

above the alps

someday I will write these ranges I am flying above it is a day of sun the sharp-edged slopes are dirty green in its dying angular shapes lengthened in shadow the unrolling loneliness of ridge after covered ridge is broken by the anachronistic symmetry that is the straightness of roads carved through the forest wilderness … Continue reading above the alps

ambrosia named

praise the smell of peaches rising up from the bowl not quite ripe just yesterday today they fill the whole room have you smelt the peaches hold a moment inhale them right now let them fill your senses with the fragrance that’s all around you peaches nectar peaches ambrosia your name today they fill this … Continue reading ambrosia named

transcribing from the original

four-two-wit four-two-wit four-two-wit I am capturing the lyrics but I don’t know really I don’t know whether I can decipher them into words wardle-ordle-ordle-ordle yordel-odle-odle-orrr----orr wardle-ordle-ordel yordle-odel-odel-ey perhaps this is close idle idle-idle-idle I am idling in sunshine idle-idleidle I am idling away I have just tried singing the untranslated copy aloud outside the magpie … Continue reading transcribing from the original

picking wild sunshine

picking plums right off the branch is not what most people do not anymore but I’ve got a tree growing wild it’s wide and high and it’s bent down under its load now I’ve got sunshine captured in my bucket it’s come down from the sky into the plums and then to me picking sunshine … Continue reading picking wild sunshine