Lining up the wood on the block
he’s a decent size, matured, a pale shade.
The axe swings her high arc, wedges silver
into the centre. He rocks open, his ant-black
heart dribbles pincers onto her feet, shock
shakes them off. Later in the fuel stove
his wine sap heats and hisses his defeat.
First published in Voiceworks, no. 83, Summer 2010-2011.
Your Ursula stares despondent by the jars
filled with ocean creatures past I imagine
them pulsating fast as lovers’ hearts
in their preserving liquid. Slowing with
the chemicals a final fidget before dark.
Audrey, how do you capture?
Hair fluid as water, those eyes that sulk
somewhere off canvas, ears that have
heard the disappointment
that could have been my own.
First published in Tide , no. 7, 2010.
Wet with Fear
For Tracy Emin
I pull it out of myself
It hurts a little then lies
useless – all that blood.
Am I dissolving?
Scarlet dead mouse,
ruby cotton tail,
have you killed me?
First published in Hecate vol. 36, no. 1 & 2, 2010.
The neighbour’s fence
splinters a dead tooth
into our yard,
darkening in their grey gums;
chipped or white –
ant eaten, they bite
the sun’s gold,
testing its authenticity.
First Published in Islet (now concluded), 2010.