jim marshal

Many times the peaks would melt
and make their bargain with the sun.
Often you would call me by the name.
Christened by the soak of calm
souls returning pictures to their well.

Staying …

the drain is blocked again.
i stand after
a brief deluge of reclycled city water each morning
for a few seconds ankledeep
in the slurry aka liquid gold if you live up north.

Its my morni…

Grogged, split into holographic shards:
Hypnogog reveleations reflect
One dreary dreamer. Divinity
staggers to recall Itself
in matter.

Is God like peppermint? I think him

more like m…

Once a Bear and a Dolphin became aware of one another and it was a most strange scenario. She would cry out in joy several times in one hour and he would hear her from his cave or in the air wh…

He woke like his guts had been pulled up over his head like the skirt of a lily, the stamen spewed pollen into a love-consuming breeze. The warm throb in his guts like post-sex workouts, abdomi…

It is such a mystery how poetry can breathe between its lines. Our eyes take in patterns of light, printed words on page or screen, and we cognize these words, their sequencing to discern what …

river. gold
liquidcopper sheen
skypulp dashed upon the rocky flanks
refracted beams;
reflections.

kid squeal.
rowers chirp "hello"
[multiple oar-chasm] we bridge it
with a languid a…

It is a peculiarity of Love’s mossy light
that once, hapless rocks drowing in their days
would be overthrown by Love’s destructive plight
and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe
in th…

Once a maiden, a shapeshifter was born
and her first word was not a word at all,
she opened her mouth and the clouds took form
the farmers dropped their ploughs
the reeds bent and the sea c…

I pray beside your satin cheek
my lips an inch or so from yours
I’ve said this prayer for centuries
for a time I can’t fathom anymore.

I live for the curve of your back
and t…

Where do all the waste folk go,
the seeds of men overlooked?
That a man was just potential
where woman was home and free
tell me where does a wounded soul go
when it leaves its sunless hol…

Eros: Trust me, make sure I exist with your faith. You know when I kiss you I’m actually there kissing you, the only thing you lack is Proof.

Psyche: I am a woman, I need proof.

Eros: Why…

By the stream, duck arrival one two three
and a smile, a smile, a smile.

The kindness kiln, where sun peeks out
of the valley and no mask no mask no mask

will do. Nothing to curb a beau…

I walked out of the Melbourne Convention Centre yesterday afternoon feeling kinda neutral. I sometimes get like that after movies, non-communicative, just letting the impressions simmer in my p…

The bees buzzed as they always did
and the storm receded.
Silence hushed inside a shell.
Jackrabbits hopped away from hell
still intoxicated.

The village swarmed with threats.
Honest me…

Do you remember when it was just you and me
sitting under the wild chestnut tree?

Or perhaps you recall the time your friend phoned
saying your son had just begun methadone.

Do you reme…

machelove to the storm
its the only way to be
ticking off days between destructions

long for the tyrant’s decimal count zero to fall
^{its a zero disguised as a Zero}
~ storm, come! ~ lea…

A
is simple, it makes you gaaaaaaaaaaaagg at the dentist and is sober like peppermint. A assumes that you would never choose it willingly but it is so essential to your larynx that it knows y…

F... what better way to start a sentence than with that force of air and organ-pipe, the tunnel thrust that can either bring us to the First Fling or to the Final Funeral. There is of course …

What if we found it in ourselves to include all the unpopular things in the overall acceptance or celebration of ones life. Failures, shortcomings, disease, confusion, attachment, enmeshment, a…