Sepia snail startled slowly when I uncover him beneath the council rubbish bag on the back stoop Stalked eyes roundning we are both still Oh no I’ve been Continue Reading →
Author Archives: writehanded
Death of a philosopher
They counseled on the importance of reason the need to be aware of the fatal possibilities particularly pertinent to lives spent inciting dissent Socrates was inclined to ask questions men Continue Reading →
The beach house
In the first visit the moon was waxing we watched from the dark water lapping at my knees In the second visit the moon was almost full the last breath, Continue Reading →
Christchurch
I walked the cordon stared into the gray of yawning empty-mouthed houses leaning over the street spilling broken teeth The road is bowed and split open like a wound Someone’s Continue Reading →
Morning
White coffee sweet hot the smile that serves it remembers my name at 7.30 I am vague and unwilling to wake and my conversation is dry We’re all just addicts Continue Reading →
The uncertainty principle
My position is imprecise Your greater momentum makes for a consistently inaccurate measurement To even the close observer, I am obscured, distorted by magnetic proximity They may try to establish Continue Reading →
Low lampshades like crinoline skirts Orange walls Two men talking over a beer at the bar glancing at two men talking over wine The men talking over beer are discussing Continue Reading →
Epiphany
Andrew in the dark in the bath Apple trees scrape against the window Emily in the study candlelight flickering on her gold ring A blank page and a row of Continue Reading →
I’m addicted to your desperate rhythms, I rise and fall with your breath When you stop I stop, breathless. I’m starving for your neatness, your careful fingers sewing buttons with Continue Reading →
Endings: a poem inspired by epitaphs
Today we learned about endings How to create a lingering sense of full mouth and belly, the lasting sting of a slap, unvanquished, unyielding How the shortest letter might Continue Reading →