Category: words

Dora

it is not a friendship,
not a business transaction,
not a love affair,
not a baby.

mugwort

do not underestimate
the space i will claim.

geese

once more with feeling:

[bellowing] you do not have to be good

the landing

branta came that night. paddled right up beside her in a tree-trunk canoe, offering a name.

the boat

on windy days the sea-wives would be busy with the boats.

the port

the woman brushed the wet sand from her dress. the pair walked on in silence

the fog

the woman walked south
along the high cliff path

dreams

i dreamed my name

i dreamed my mother

i dreamed i was a rotting log

the spider

the woman remembered
the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road,
and running.

At last

we are drunk for the first time
in the foothills
of cadair idris
fresh out of school where for five years they called us lemons
and dykes.

Untitled (Mother)

sea, ever changing, ever constant.
what do you know about mother?

you cannot know mother.

The Story of the Nether Largie Stanes

"Mooooooon!" Earth would call up into the darkness. "Gealllaaaach! Come down here and talk with me, for I long for a sister who understands me, and I feel you could be the one."