“I love you,” she said. “April Fool.”
one day we will walk
one day we will walk
hand in hand between the stars
until then
the fields and the forest
every year we said there would be snow
every year we said there would be snow
and every year there was
a covering of the gravelled sins
until the year the clouds rolled in the water
and hiding was finally an end
Paradise
When I touch the sea I touch heaven
When I catch sight of the sea
through the reeds or the trees
I know I exist
and continue
But when I touch the sea I touch heaven
May 03
Listen for the words
whispered under beaches
As the high tide rip curls
May 02
Look out for the words
falling from the branches
As the late spring breeze brushes
May 01
Look out for the words
hidden under the water
The moment before the wave crashes
nominative determinism
When I was a young teenager, we once talked about nominative determinism in English class. Mr. Death made us laugh uneasily and then we fell silent. It was the last lesson of the day and of the year. After the summer break the new teacher did not know where Mr. Death had gone.
Illumination
On the park bench she remembers the fights and the lies and cries a little. Midday clouds part and somehow life is clearer. In the supermarket she stands in line, tight white knuckles on pram handles highlit by the overhead tubes. She is not frightened when the night comes.
Written for Derby Book Festival, May 2023
a single crane
a single crane arriving
I feel the seasons changing
wrensong in the rain
simonsalento 