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.


Audrey (uminoyami)

Audrey (uminoyami)

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.