Category: words

Our season

How you loved to tell that tale.
How I loved to hear it.

Freedom

It is the risk-taker in you
that I fell in love with

Scraps

I pause to think of all the things I could do to regulate my nervous system

Can’t wait to see you

Suddenly, unexpectedly, five months and one week in you decide you are ready. I can’t wait to see you. I have dreamed of this moment since I was exiled from your life fantasised our reunion kept my expectations in check I know this has to be slow, I know I know I know, you are …

For Molly

Some things are worth more
than a risky fuck

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.