"red is the colour of the bone snapped back"

The soul occupies a doorless room on the upper floor of this house. Five senses – Five windows – Enter the light, wind trafficking sound...

A cell where everything happens on the inside, an inside without an outside.   Only when there are objects is there space on the inside....

a cluster    of black atoms,   of varied shapes   and connections,   configured   with an inclination   towards sense   and...

A Beginning I will proclaim the name of Elah Yisrael: It is Yahuweh Tzavaot the impassioned one who speaks the yod & the heh, who brings...

A minute before midnight, the owl of Minerva watches today grow fat behind time’s horizon. At twelve he blinks. One eye for the night of...

When He planted in the earth a tree of life, a tree of death (the latter with a curse of woe) did God say that this was good? And when He...

Yehudah, I Make You Mine From out of the banks of the muddy  Jordan River, I make you  Mine.  Into shape I press the grit, into shape I...

Time pursues time and light comes up behind light. One sun follows another – each circle of bright ringed by a dark corona. But when...

In the beginning was the Wyrd . A story of weirding words and the poet fluttered his pen over the ink. What comes to pass has passed and...

Circling We move in circles around each other, encircled and encompassing, each turn driven in part by our own will to move and be...

God's Entropy (short version)

After the birds and mammals lost their speech (the serpent's tongue having already turned to ash) and Heaven swayed and fell to within...

Sailing to Bermuda (with Andrew Marvell) Selected images stand as themselves: not in a living but in an enamelled world -- Raymond...

Zero sat still with the anti-dollar in his scarred palms. The war had begun and the fear was flying through the air like blood. Zero felt...

“Zero” -- he of the failed harvest and wormish incarnation --, Has declared war on heaven. It is his special election. But there he...

The brickwork is broken, Gardens are in disarray, The iron gates swing free from their hinges, Rain sings in the gutters &...

What are these things before me That come into shape? Do not ask And I will not have to answer. Weird creatures that run amok Inside...

Under the World A frog descended eighty-six radical steps to the devil’s loch. There the heron brooded at the water’s edge and the...

My roots are split & my bone-bare branches brittle. I degenerate in a cruciformed landscape. There are many like me. Perhaps it’s a sign...