I long to be long in your armsin your hand-holdmy lovehow I long to belong I long to be boldwith your charmsmeasured tenfoldmy lovehow I long to be bold I love to be lovedby your caresses blessedhow I love to be lovedmy beloved So I’m ending my songwith a kiss and a blessingI waitwhere I long... Continue Reading →
Bewitched pigsflaming leavesbent, twisted twigs,a wind which weaves,mourns, moans of melodyhaunts with its poetryhand-in-hand you-and-mewalking a gold-coin trimmed alleythrough the cold veil of autumn. All this heat and symmetry remembered, how thebreath peals, wreathed in mistencircling thissacred geometry. Today is heavy:Rain falls and you aren't hereI call up the crystal screenstare hard into andthrough the ubiquitous... Continue Reading →
LoveI want to shelter deep within your heartfor I am part of you, as you of me:there is no shelter when we are apart LoveI want to shelter you within my armsfrom a thousand thousand worldly cares and harmsin silence, as we listen to the wind’s song Childnine moons I sheltered you beneath my breast,I wrote... Continue Reading →
Man writes in his pompousnessof my magnificence, Iinspire in him dread and awe Often, I would see himface upturned in the valley belowstraining his head-stalk, watching my swoop and plough Catching a thermal, hitching a free ride, up, upto the dizzying wideempty blue (or often, grey)with a clear eye to search out prey The truth... Continue Reading →
Come midnight hour of Halloween, lightbright candles against the creatures unseen,until the veil between the worlds cracks slight--then ghosts, ghouls, fairies gather to convene. The Fairy Queen rides to collect your soul,or leaves a body in your place, a traceof magic in the air. But ghouls take all--eat heart and face, leave nothing to embrace.... Continue Reading →
I've the next chapter waiting in the wings, but my son's been quarantined because of a case of Covid in the nursery. Furthermore, the laundry's piling up, and there are groceries to buy, and everyone needs their tea. This is the kind of writer's block I experience. The words are always there, but sometimes I... Continue Reading →
In a continuation of my series of readings from The Anthropocene Hymnal, today Constance Bourg gives a moving and thought-provoking reading of her poem 'Dunston Checks Out.' https://youtu.be/TUVBXd44QxM Constance Bourg reads 'Dunston Checks Out' Constance BourgConstance Bourg lives in the Flemish part of Belgium, where she volunteers at her local library. Her poems have appeared... Continue Reading →
To mark the publication of The Anthropocene Hymnal, I present my reading of 'Destiny of this earth' by Gabriela Marie Milton, which is included in the anthology. I hope I have done justice to her profound and beautiful words. Over the next few weeks, I will be featuring many of the poets from the anthology,... Continue Reading →
I dreamt of you last night, and I was glad of that, because I haven't seen you in a long time. It's already past five years. There I was, wrapped up in my own little world with all of its perceived problems, and there you were, sat at a cash register, frantically working away while... Continue Reading →
This but trash‘tis but trash, thisthing for which you wish:leave it, it is choking upthe Earth, your desirefor more, always moreyou have enoughyou givenothingexceptyourselfaway.Abandon it:burn brightinto the blessedlight of day. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for earthweal The pandemic and resultant lockdowns certainly got me thinking about how much junk I have in my life that I... Continue Reading →
