[a nativity poem in three trimesters] The First Trimester Miriam’s chromosome in courting spirals Embraces another, such an other — an unfathomable Y. All the junk, viral, evolutionary, specific, sanctified, elected, DNA of humanity in his threadbare pockets. An utterly adopted son. A why of Adam and of Miriam’s flesh Of meiotic grace eternally begotten… Continue reading Antenatal Classes
THE PREACHER'S PRAYER LORD, when my heart is slow to feel, And when my lips are slow to speak, And yet my heart still Thee doth seek, And yet my lips would Thee reveal; Then send Thy gracious Spirit, Lord, That He may my dull heart inspire, And touch my lips with heavenly fire, So… Continue reading All who have departed —William Saumarez Smith
When I am still I still am.
Poem for Easter Sunday.
For those who would not choose to grow old before the Son of Man comes. A woman with eyes painted on her boobs. Another reading 'dodgy', another inscrutable. Unfailingly matched to personal genre. Thematised Personalities of the latter Capitalism. World writ on the chests of post-Christmas shoppers. On their post-Christmas T-Shirts. Taunt as these turgid surplus… Continue reading For God’s Elect in Shopping Malls.
Chasing after the Wind In the armpit of a tree between striking chords of grass everything chasing nothing everybody chasing breaking wind to interrupt the symphony of airconditioners I think he left a note somewhere Waiting on the obverse of a kite.