The Salt Makers
In Aveiro the sea is never forgotten. Here, in our hands, it hides in cracks and crevice of skin. Slowly, we harvest, solidly as the years pass and wither, this dust—send it with the wind to shore, to...
View ArticleWater Haikus
II Even this breeze comes from water. Teapot leaves swirling—telling time. III I know scent—sea briny conch slime meets oxygen h(e)avenly island odour ••• Nicole Fair is an actress, writer, dramatic...
View Articlethis time next year
your name is Ladislaus you will come to me as small black boat on thirst-red sea your sail made of hurricane and bougainvillea I will ask you suddenly for September for the tight promises sold by the...
View Articleyour name
your name is a peculiar thing: illusionist who is everywhere, the silent demon who at night crawls quietly into the bed of my dreams sometimes it is a banshee wailing the omen of so many four letter...
View Articleyou never thought
you never thought that I could rear so high and bite your head off your shoulders like puffed corn that I could grab your life like some shirt from the dryer snap shake out your life fold it so small...
View ArticleWatermelon
(with apologies to Carol Ann Duffy) Forget onions my love is like a watermelon wet, unwieldy, full of seed yet refreshing and sweet even if green. My love is like a watermelon: heavy, thick-skinned,...
View ArticleEve’s Fault
Eve, whose fault was only too much love —Aemilia Lanyer, “Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum: Eve’s Apology” Though she has left the garden, she does not stop loving them. God won her when he whipped out from...
View ArticleSteel Hill
Steel Hill by Twylight Seven And when at last a thought does fly, I, Poet, fire missing words And whisper gestures to the sky, Risking life among the birds. And when these birds of heaven die, And...
View ArticlePaul
Paul by Twylight Seven Paul, On a rainy morning, the beaten streets might say your name You were always here In the stench of the bar, Paul, . You know the stool, The jukebox that never work, Paul...
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