181012

stands alone on the balcony
no entry
beyond this point

171012

morning beach
the solitude of sand
and endless waves

161012

featureless overcast
above flat horizon
we talk about success

151012

HR

asked to be great
to have a mission

goals

i am
i do and do

i just don't like
being told to

141012

on my knees
I feel
a memory of her

131012

soft piano
i cross
an empty street

121012

i wake
wrapped around
her pillow

111012

where she sleeps
i lay on the couch

91012

i wake
to the silence of sleep

81012

the fruits of spring
I look on

71012

14 past midnight
sleep withdraws
a techno journal

61012

a franchisee's

procedural opera
for the unreliable purposes of bureaucracy

#zines 51012+

one of us
Coming soon to the Sticky Institute

51012

sound curves
an uncertain note

41012

an engaging style
her sweet voice and perfume
recall another place

31012

an educated rebel
a figure
in red

21012

sleep finds me
one finger
on the steering wheel at a time

11012

a slow boy
two beans
on a plate

30912

they kiss
his scooter falls

29912

sepia sustains
happy youths
long dead

28912++

the mourning news
her front page smile
unearthed

28912+

voices betray
a thunderstorm's tears
on wasted streets

28912

wind and moon
a calendar

27912

photographs reveal
the vertical memory
of ears

26912

the smell of fresh cut grass
a royal blue Rolls Royce
on a building site

25912

with her
still on my face
i return to sleep

24912

deep into texture
an unconventional hippo
quiet in black

23912

a blind dream
i read
until sleep

22912

a piano note
guards space

21912

her dream manifesto
mapped
across walls

20912

the money's her's
she gives
a loan of her mouth

19912

the sky as virile as us

18912

moments show
where the rains fall

17912

asleep I expand

16912

front yard
an overgrown
oasis

15912

her dream manifesto
mapped
across walls

14912

too cozy to leave my bed womb

13912

afraid to say
to meet
the answers of youth

12912

moves without steps
a voice in silence

10912+

as rooftops rest
a jacket
for the dream virus

10912

with descent
her hair
darkens

#streetart 91012+

I have lent my side fence, the one along the train line, to some local aerosol street artists...

Thanks to Punk Milk for putting me in contact with Mikey Xxi.

9912

where she folds
a small drink

8912

a child explores what i walk past

71012

through a mirror
i feel the voice of her heart

7912

an air pump in the corner of our bedroom

6912

bridesmaids
inappropriately dressed
for the rain

5912

everything
so close
we strangers

#haiku #poetry #micropoetry 5912+

moments show / where the rains fall
a brief haiku chapbook by comrade harps
cheep in print and free in online preview

a perfect xmas gift for modern ku lovers

4912

continents and time
passions fulfill
the ascent to space

3912

a photo
from before people

smiled 

2912+

season creep 2013 calendar
 signs

2912

a public silence
poetry
in my hands

1912

found notes
chords reflect
sunrise

31812

30812

a song
we experience
the time

29812

an unfamiliar bed
I wake
to her mouth

28812

my heart goes out to her
something else
wants in

27812

pillow and memories
hypnagogic
dreams and ephemera

26812

where she sat
unleashes
shirley bassey

25812

electric bubblegum
candy power pop -
the chocolate church

24812

sirens
behind the counter
a camera's blind gaze

23812

in the mail
white feathers
a reference from the sea

22812

smiles in a photograph
memories in my genes

21812

three chairs in the sun

a magpie

scatters silver gulls

20812

my love my muse
our amorous imbalance
my grief my poetry

19812

the sound of our child's bare feet -
memories of the theory
of mutual attraction

18812

my watch in the kitchen by the sink

17812

sardine train
our touch
not safe for work

16812

in dreams
awake
remixed

15812

between words
quiet rain

14812

in conversation
always her small children -
she's still with him

13812

in black top
skirt and tights
her small steps

12812

rain on windows
the kitchen door
sighs

11812

across the room
like the first time the birds
saw an aeroplane

10812

cold
on my back
her breasts

10812+

liquid media
viral sleep -
the joy of liberated rain

9812

she holds
a squeeze
for her baby

8812

she presents -
our bedroom
the complex academy

7812

chocolate smudge
the ritual of ink
on paper

6812

the property of her eyes
I cannot hear
the radio

5812

branded chest
a rope turned
the memoir of a portrait

4812

he draws on an arm
she
takes off her top

3812

hold you close
to feel
more than the weather

2812

midwinter
two wild ducks on a chimney
in morning sun

1812+

Some memories, a couple of hundred words and a photo-haiga-thingy

in the August edition of Pearl magazine (view here, go to page 17).

Here's the complete portfolio produced

for the single, salient, stunning piece selected for publication.

Thanks to Andrea Louise Thomas for the invitation.

1812

returned to earth
we navigate
lost terrains

31712

our primary industries
the art of words
the textures of flesh

30712

unfamiliar pillows
stiff white sheets
she liked to boogie

29712

a story she tells
of his fingers
at the service station

28712

a hand on my heart
her pledge
to the vanity of dreams

27712

in sleep
the smooth heat of her arms
the chastity of her hands

26712

neither high nor low
a balloon
on the breeze

25712

the nectar
and satin smooth
she knows as well as I do

24712

liquid pink
our lips
between

23712

we spoon
in my arms
fantasies

22712

fingers spread
on a gloss painted door
she leaves with her friends

21712

an ancient position
host
and client

20712

i ask her to open
before we become
photographs and memories

19712

asleep before
a dream within
her hands refuse