• minimalist commented on the post, adapted 4 months, 3 weeks ago

    spectral tongue

    across the lunar code we beam
    our breath swirling into the desert
    to return wicked
    when the stars have clumb
    to full magnitude
    and we lay doggo
    overthrown
    return’d to our spirit ghosts
    for we are never still
    wandering like campsmoke
    in thin strands
    out to the stand of york gums
    where honey possums hide
    along t…[Read more]

  • he found a petal here once
    tossed in the aeolian temper of high january
    beyond the osprey’s clifftop sticks
    past the curve of the bay
    where the wet sand hummed
    and the weight of his body
    stood beside him in the restless water
    and he himself a stripped, weathered refection
    he lay on the sand by the water’s edge
    foam-licked
    ear down…[Read more]

  • he found a petal here once
    tossed in the aeolian temper of high january
    beyond the osprey’s cifftop sticks
    past the curve of the bay
    where the wet sand hummed
    and the weight of his body
    stood beside him in the restless water
    and he himself a stripped, weathered refection
    he lay on the sand by the water’s edge
    foam-licked
    ear down…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, tedious 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    the sun lays upon me

    warming what was numb

    I dreamt you

    until the darkness faded

    and as I moved mechanically

    through the cottage

    out onto the high porch

    patches of dreamt-you

    kept running through me

    like cold water

    shocks from a showerhead

    know this,

    if you rained on me

    then I have stood by the…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, holistic 1 year, 1 month ago

    Post

    in the rapid flowing water
    where hearts race downstream
    there is no understanding
    of death

    we hear, perhaps
    or briefly wonder,

    until.

    the efferent globe
    off its axis
    still spins

    so,
    you set your alarm
    make your bed
    find yourself in the mirror

    brush your teeth
    swallow the demon
    and face the day

  • minimalist commented on the post, hosts 1 year, 11 months ago

    the cottages shiver below a bald moon
    we lay huddled, still
    our pragmatic, rational dreams
    softly snake up kitchen chimneys
    like incense
    like lines of wet laundry
    crossing the yards

    the yellowed street lights
    in unison close an eye
    the darkness softly spirals
    slack tide
    schoolyard, reception, fabricators
    frozen in ice

    the…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, motor 2 years, 1 month ago

    fall with me
    let go
    love is an accident
    you wanted so badly

    longing
    all the towering hours
    for one
    to empty yourself into

    galaxies of spreading stars
    touch me
    fingers I have ached for
    find my face

    as I trace
    the handwork of god
    swim across green pools
    in you
    I am delivered

  • Arctic white butterflies
    land upon my lover
    and our sleeping children
    I am composing a piece on death
    to play alone, in darkness

    each brittle note
    a tap against glass
    then an hour’s silence

    the butterflies’ lightness –
    falling petals
    on the skin of my loves

    their breath
    trembling translucent wings
    makes me cry
    each tear a n…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, bond 2 years, 3 months ago

    i watch you sleep
    the isles
    ebb
    a tide
    tugs at me

    I kiss a breast
    in 2010
    another in 1990

    above the bed
    an open widow
    heat pours in
    cascading
    over slicked limbs

    I imagine
    dying for you

    I close my eyes
    listen

    outside
    the heat devours
    clicking things

    our breath and mine
    tilting the room

    our shapes
    becoming abstract

  • minimalist commented on the post, educated 2 years, 4 months ago

    glacial haiku

    Weather this, you say
    my dropped glass hopes
    sliding under, disappearing

    We would sleep in the storm
    for a quiet minute standing
    in sunlight

    Born under heavy snow
    I knew only the endless curve
    of winter

    a man in a cold room
    slowly pressing keys
    against the night wind

  • minimalist commented on the post, rested 2 years, 7 months ago

    moving across the shorn paddock
    rising out of my chest
    a small black bird
    I had swallowed in my sleep

    silently, we had slept
    the bird and I
    drawing comfort from each other

    that night in darkness
    somewhere far off
    a dog barked
    horses ran the boundary fences
    the bird shook its feathers,
    returned to sleep
    I did the same

    on…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, safeguard 2 years, 9 months ago

    .
    .
    We moved at the speed of light

    I lit up for you
    I burned
    I was a wild electrical shock to myself
    the world became a black hole
    and we spun it
    like gods

    I did not foresee
    shipwrecked emigres
    long lost letters from home
    I did not care

    but I saw the rapture
    entwined with you

    you paddled out at dawn
    was I sleeping?
    no my…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, collar 2 years, 9 months ago

    When you press hard against me
    I am unsure
    if you know what you are asking

    then slowly it floods my limbs:
    you’re not asking

    I fear
    What you are capable of
    Where you will lead me

    Animals stand
    in the still night air
    shrouded statues
    glued down to a black chessboard

    as you wander
    from the carnival lights
    leave the sawdust, t…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, upset 2 years, 10 months ago

    Get in line

    Nothing makes sense
    And even it if did
    Connecting myself to it
    Is like yelling at bees

    Work, days, people,
    More and more perverse
    Like a collection of deck chairs
    Neatly laid on an ocean liner

    There is no imminent saucer attack
    I’m in the next room
    Whispering to Roky Erickson
    On a tin can phone

    I tell him I h…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, retreat 2 years, 10 months ago

    Repetition compulsion

    business
    never concluded
    runs like grassfire
    for dwellings, forest

    I, honed
    a trusty needle
    lacing thread
    in fevered stitches

    patternless
    making sense perhaps
    only when
    viewed backwards

    oil the timber child
    tar your rope
    love’s fever waits
    for you to look up

  • Court of the Sun

    He found a way
    to block out the sun

    the talent required
    mastery of stillness and silence

    blood will form on stones
    and one may become a caller of crows

    still all things
    the crows will come

    first one
    then another

    then a hundred
    then a thousand

    two thousand wings beating
    to the court of the…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, pathway 3 years ago

    Singularity

    1. a snowfield
    blank paper
    a heavy canvas sail
    snaps in the backing wind

    2. aerial views
    a vacuum
    negative sound
    as in negative space

    3. a man places his key in the door
    enters his house

    4. sleep

    5. a series of flashcards
    perfume
    hair
    an apple, with leaves

    6. wake

    7. walking
    deep winter
    lost pieces…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, darkness 3 years ago

    June

    You walk down the narrow street
    everything suspended in cold black
    wires
    kick up the voltage
    breaths, steps
    turn to raindrops
    following, chasing each other
    everything again circular

    even in its sharpness
    life has a rhythm
    in your day job
    you mix colours
    but this is not daytime
    where clouds silently drift apart
    endlessly…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, jealous 3 years ago

    it is daylight but overhead I
    can hear the twinkling of stars
    and I repeat to myself
    love you love you love you
    on this coldest day of winter

    no cloud, no rain
    some part in each of us is
    permafrost
    eyes down, keep moving
    I dip my brow politely at people
    as I quickly keep moving ahead
    and the chill bites deep into my feet, my…[Read more]

  • minimalist commented on the post, dentist 3 years ago

    I find the goddess in her bedroom
    practicing witchcraft
    with a teacup and a rose
    algorhythmic drawings
    she cares not to explain
    cover the floor

    in the prayersmoke,
    near a bowl of coloured fruit
    I sit at the piano
    spinning the room with my fingers
    her bed is my well
    her heart is my river