Ever to Forget the Elephant   You must never lose sight of what is important revenge can be sought love lost. A thud of large, grey footsteps A huff of dry earth His shadow casts a warm darkness His memory is the world’s tallest library Around him the trees sway in unison branches hold the...

I Forget   I know the endorphins which make me feel attachment are also employed when I defecate and exert   I know that though I label this pairing one in a million, maths negates, renders this obsolete   I know that what I’m doing is done by all humans and the rush I am...

Spaces Between   You are a door locked, key swallowed. You are a room.   Outside people look through frosted glass at outlines that seem to shift and settle like overgrown moths.   Inside you are cluttered ideas piled high, accumulated knowledge filed haphazardly on shelves; you are movements disturbing dust.   You are the...

Queen’s Horse ‘Queen’s Horse’, Joanna Braithwaite, 2011 (reproduced by permission of the artist)   Regal head wrapped tight like Tegel Chicken, Braithwaite uses a paint that makes her easel glisten.   With the same air, manner or mien of her royal majesty the queen, cock eyed stare suggesting her small gene pool, something they have...

You’ll remember   you’ll remember that one summer it was me and you and tamati and sometimes fabian (who calls their kid fabian anyway) but their mum was a bit weird, eh, made us that quiche with sultanas gave me the big bit cause i was the only girl i didn’t mind couple of things...

If I Ever Write A Poem   If I ever write a poem I will not let the main point parade around dressed to the nines in simile and metaphor bejewelled in allegory and rhyme.   I will let it wander around in the nude drawing stares from puritans shocked by anatomy they forget they...

The Beekeeper   I wanted to marry the beekeeper. I wanted to soothe his stings, tell him that each one is a death, a coffin filled by one of his adopted children (thousands and thousands of them, sleeping in rows). Another of his Queen’s soldiers lost in a misunderstood battle… Let him teach me how...

Waiting to Fall Off   His hedge is a different shape each time; I think he lives here but I don’t really know; the seal does. He smirks and shows off to the mermaid who sits on her tail and watches. Once I sat on his lap and watched him take out his teeth; his...

once fluid movements are hindered by corrosion   The city of night is upwards, An everlasting depth of permeable noir. Flecks of silver dust suspended,
 caught. Tossed aloft, shattered crystal winks, Spilt glitter spoonfuls embedded in drape, Ebony down draped in sun tears, Moon lustre on ocean turmoil below, a spark ignites; the timer begins....