Catherine
shadowlands and hinter thoughts poetry, in chilly moss-touched slumber like long wet grass unmowable on cold June morns air and time they say prods me towards another day time too has its bluster, wind-like rustle... More »
Catherine
tones the wire metal of sleepless things bejewelled and polished paper bits and settled dust holding holding riddles, rhymes remembering standing stocking feet just one step, beyond there is no time there is no space... More »
Catherine
as I breathe across my coffee on no ordinary winter’s day I decipher games that blizzards play revealed in noise, whipped by contrast uneven tempos, wilder still gusting rattles, dull inhospitable bites and I am... More »
Catherine
there was a dream each breath, ah yes the air had qualities (qualities) inhaling brought me skyward and I couldn’t decide eyes open or eyes closed? but the welling surged, like laughter posing a question... More »
Catherine
a poem of memories and a building the long halls only echoed after midnight when enough silence had pressed in from the dense night air and each footfall preceded and receded me mocked my courage... More »
Catherine
four foot swells in the pouring rain writing my words in the wet grey sand oh, its been said, its been said my friend let silence move in you now let silence be summer silence... More »
Catherine
morning, hours past sunrise no quarrels with newness I’ve got water to drink curtains to part words to peruse lost, or losing past, or pressing what, or why it is not possible but arms, legs... More »
Catherine
airborne living with the gravity of the moon each jump a surprise staying high, longer pausing in a lack of pull or is it the opposite? what pulls, what pushes? I did twine my fingers... More »
Catherine
third story window the magic carpet of introspection invisible, the sun shining in my eyes perched above, present within and this sill feels my clutching forgotten but not lonely it knows that time is shaped... More »
Catherine
the seaweed keeps asking me questions “have you forgotten?” it simply inquires “take your time now, close your eyes you remember? do you see it?” but I’m lost in fatigue and distraction “we are just... More »
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June 2009 
