Thursday, 29 December 2011

A haiku

Leaves barrel rolling
Evasive moves through branches.
Dogfight towards grave.

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

A haiku

Housing estate growth
Street lamp candles litter cake.
Growing each aged year.

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

A haiku

No underwear left
origami folding bag.
Crisp brown paper pants.

Monday, 19 December 2011


Suggestive texting
Distraction through business lunch.
Wedged under table.


Filing boxes stacked
Tower high, within our lives.
Burn them to the ground

further away

A man came to the door
With a defrosting turkey
under his arm
With red sunken eyes
He says, I don’t want to fight no more
This is for your Thanksgiving
He hands me the damp warming bird
and turns and walks away.

My mom comes down the stairs
With a dust covered shoebox
under her arm
With sunken eyes
She says, We might have to fight some more
That man was your father
As she hands me photographs from inside
and turns and walks away

I go to the door
With my sleeping bag under my arm
With red sunken eyes
I say nothing anymore
I am alone in and outside this room
I close the door behind me
I walk away without looking back.

Friday, 16 December 2011

A tanka

Letterbox circles
student below awaits results.
taught by his mistress.
Brown envelope falls
Red rose inside, A+