Do not forget that a poem, although it is composed in the language of information, is not used in the language-game of giving information. Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889–1951)
A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state of mind by means of words. Paul Valéry (1871–1945)
Many Thanks to Plant-Human-Quarterly and Otherwise Collective for publishing my poem Invasive Species. You can find it here.
Thanks to London-based amberflora zine for publishing my poem “The Norse Way To Make Hay”, September 2021
only when heaving this winter stiffened body into another stiffer one
with sheets of floating skin atop
is it that one of the two bodies of water (guess who)
came to feel like a sinking turtle.
treading ice buckets
evacuating from banquets
followed by another plunge into panic.
in the throat the breath tastes blood. meanwhile two swans walk jesusly on water meanwhile seagulls sit first row
where is the floating door for once since hanging on to Rose’s lips
for life support of sorts
won’t do the trick.
drowning and thirsting
but both at once because
we are fish
but this fish ain’t swimming.
she wakes from a gargling dream
afraid to dive deep
into past into future
haunted by impossible ogres
until the mirror is calm again. understanding that you are water
& that water can’t drown.
who would I be if I hadn’t been frightened?
Black Out Poetry Project. Attempting to turn newspaper headlines on the climate emergency into poetry