avalyn

It seems it is time
for painlessness and a laugh
for lolling over the side of heaven’s hillside…
pitched towards the sea
where silver, cream and pewter
make love in strands.

It seems …

Qasim, Footna’s husband stammered. The pale woman with the others was a grilling in his groin and his friend – another slippery man as dark as the effulgent of his desire – sleuthed with Qasim.…

My father lay about the branches of the tree after he died.

His spectral absence left a discolouration in the air. The sepia stain hung in
vaporous discomfit through the Catalpa tree. I sa…

Red
and hanging on,
gnawing at the string
setting it loose

Tumbling in of things
through the warp
of glass, seeds and terror,
leaving
the white
chink, chink of regular lines
miles…