i know the sun
has seen a dark
that even our grieving
humanity hasn’t
& still has warmed
that dimmest patch—
that sunken songless chasm.
i am not a sun
yet i believe in what is molten:
a radiance that fills the cracks
of every spirit broken.
i may dissolve today.
it all depends
on how my salt behaves—
the way it cakes across your skin.
my ricochet of crystal
off your fickle chemistry within.
i only want to alter you
till i become the salt of you
& the mist upon your flesh
is the bliss in which i swim.
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Honoured to be part of this powerful synergy of global voices, writing on a theme of topical importance.
Thank you to EIC Rebecca Rijsdijk at Sunday Mornings at the River for including my poem 'Territorial' 🖤
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i won’t sing the deep thing from a corner. who would take me for their favorite riptide? this could be so jubilant, dear arteries, but you love a swivel—and they wonder how a body turns that grayer form of gorgeous. as if wonder was the ember and not the sum of deaths before it.
Starting from nothing
to where we are,
is farther than the farthest star.
And farther than the farthest star,
is where we're going from where we are.
- Eyvind Earle
chaos
i live in a constant state
raw edges circling
axis tilted by season
mornings i redraw my map
look for the beacon of you
as far out as i can go
if you can't be found
i am lost
and what do i love about you?
that even as infinity spills
its ocean of obsidian
upon your ember-freckled hills,
you out-mother oblivion
as you brush your baby’s cheek—
there is nothing dark enough
to kill the fire
you burn unique.
“This is how it always is
when I finish a poem.
A great silence overcomes me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language.”
—Rumi
(translated by Coleman Barks)
he fled the algorithm once it began to bramble & fell in with the ministry of mist—their valley of swanlight, bodies only plasma, good earth a gamble. days filled with the silky business of vapor, shawling the land in its own soft karma. floating murmurs into armor.
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