Changes in the orchard (a poem)

There’s always that last moment of hope… Silence absorbs the wash of colour unconcerned with the voices still chattering on below Colour spreads like a perfume undetectable at first then you notice… something… Skin tightens—hairs stand on end mood stirs eyes close Deluge confronts anticipation the winner takes all Winter ghosts ravel into spring ash-grey [...]

Condition (a poem)

The conflation of a couple of things led to this… The gloss, the veil— whatever you want to call it— has been removed We have reverted to our raw state before the film formed, accumulated before we knew anything before we had memory The world as we know it has not ended but neither will [...]