feeding the tree
a thimbleful
of ashes

“What if I told you those squirrels you feed shelled walnuts to dug up and ate bits of you?”
“Hell yeah. I love those squirrels. Remember when they dragged away a pizza slice someone left in our alley? And that time they found dinner rolls in the trash? What a party.”
“Yes, I remember. They’ll eat anything.”
“Yeah. They’re great.”
“So, if they ate pieces of you, you’d be OK with it?”
“Definitely. I sometimes wish to be a squirrel.”
“Good. Because they did.”

almost hearing your drums almost

E. L. Blizzard

The topmost arc of the double rimmed postmark intersects the corner of the fern green stamp just catching the chin of the profiled Edward V11

‘Julia is far from well … Effie is better I am glad to say and please excuse the pc ‘

space
for the word
reverse side of dark

From an 85 percent plain chocolate tint the foreground shadowed water brightens beneath a rustic bridge connecting banks of trees more trees which reach from the murk towards the cloud tinged sky

full moon
through a century’s eclipses
deciphered ghosts

Diana Webb

At the end of the string I am holding there is a cloud. I walk a puddle on a lead. Above my head dark balloons gather. Soon it will rain cats and dogs.

thunderhead—
clay dolls
in children’s tombs 

Alan Peat & Réka Nyitrai

As an asteroid savages the earth an iceberg savages a ship so out of time which incidentally no longer exists my music excavates last dinosaur last passenger to die I tinker with the notes to harmonise the two therefore I am…

ice cubes
in his tequila sunrise
an upturned hourglass

Diana Webb