Breath Play

“Salt and feather, flavours fall upon the ground, / wander without mercy into wind they shout / through, as their voices bound across wide rivers / of time…”

Kinsey 5

“Coming down the road like a storm / zero visibility like / the most insidious / of minorities, performing // the enviable miracle / of looking normal, I’d warn all…”


“A sizzling filament follows / every footfall, to the gallows of / lost love we saunter, thinking not / of our hearts’ final plummet, but of things // being…”


“Prostitutes wander the picnic ground / handing out pamphlets of classic literature / bimbos akimbo, hands on hips, babes / whispering to kids, ‘Put your mouth on my…