Out of the cache in the iron of my bed come legendary creatures Here I’m the ghost & you bring the memories I read aloud from our story sometimes your mouth is quizzical. … Continue reading
We went fishing in the Styx just handlines homemade lures they say to speak by these shores is to stay forever – but we weren’t talking then anyway we were … Continue reading
the floorboards caption my predawn passage guide me, bladder-urgent lightless, nightful the bad dream and shaving mirror stalking headless behind my eyes. Image and poetry Alison Boyd © 2013.
the sky sighs above the val d’orcia braids its assumptions with a band of meltwater together and glossy they wander down a very old street gossip about the heavy-lidded mountain … Continue reading
from the nape of the city i tap the vanished days scoop the Dome’s hollow parts shedding from towers pigeon and swallow skim lower edifice, geometry etched and sketched and … Continue reading