I’m from
potholes in the bóithrín road
limestone walls
whitethorn bushes
aged fields and mossy stones
drip-drip hedges before
a blue farm gate
apples rotting under...
Brian Wilson and the Oceanic Feeling: a phantasiai
Having alluded to Amy Winehouse, Morris writes: “…in lyric / defense of other epistemes / As when...
Rain (sex) Rain (sex) Rain
I want you on my faceRunning rivers into my earsDrowning my (fuck) muddled mindWashing me clean
Transformed to a tall oakLeaving...
Barred Owl
Wind ruffles her mask,
white down fringed in black, her dark
eyes steeled to the task.
Hooked beak wide she drills
the air with a caterwaul
of...
StarGazers Suicide Note
The tree outside my windowOnce grew raw and lyrical.
Back when life was newAnd Now ran side-by side with ForeverCushioned by cotton night...
Dry Splash
All these years we’ve been worried about
the sea levels rising,
when what we should have paid attention to
was the fresh water levels falling.
Long-forgotten riverbeds...
Abandoning Reasonskittering propositions
declare love
a superstition
damned to believing itself
we choose not to control
the burning breakdowns in logic
we’ve opened between us
Love, Past Continuous
there are no forevers
for...
POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...
Violin Plays
She holds on tight to bow and strings, yet,it is her body, curving and rounding,on inner caverns that gives musicits beginnings: Soaked in...
