From Modern Mythcraft to Magical Surrealism

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Poetry

Poetry

Cherries, Sweet and Tart

On the first night of winter, I did dream / of snaking branches sprawled with waxy leaves / and bowed under the weight of fat red cherries.

Poetry

Ōmagatoki

Some worlds never touch except at this hour. / The sun has set and turned her back, weeping / for a cave where she could be safe once more.

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Forest Maths

Dawn in graphics: / a brightly cropped cloud takes dew across the length of a waxed May, left undated / like a girl refusing to repeat her skin.

Poetry

The Other Day the Saucers Came

That day, the saucers landed. / Hundreds of them, glittering, like stars broken free / Spiraling down, / Where we met them.

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After the End

When the story ends—the hero’s hands wiped clean, / sword gleaming above the mantel— / there are those of us who find the belly of a castle / is no place for children who grow / like weeds, like vines, like yellow straw.

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Unfinished

Survival reduced to pickets wakes me at night. Walls painted in stench, each day the beginning of my last. A siren of coppers chases rioters waving placards about paradigm shifts. Faces of my dead friends break out from the wind, imprint on each uniform’s head, sketching shapes with colourless lips.

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Halsing for the Anchylose

They made the finest things / of bone and zealous shell: / homes for the scholars who / scuttled maze-like down

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Twilight Mind

Magic grows in the interstices: / shadowy blades springing / from the hands of statues, / herb and root, flower and fruit

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The Forbidden Path to Forgetting

To trace the taboo labyrinth, sneak / past the frigid swells, between breakers, / make your way / up the pebbled strand, bare feet bleeding.

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The Herbalist

My grandfather was a herbalist— / he mixed rare leaves and seeds, ground them together / & when he was done, he smeared the mixture on my forehead. / This will protect you from evil spirits, He said.