It’s a queer notion to consider;the spaces in between nanoseconds& light years dipping slylybelow the horizon line of memory. But it’s fictions of the mind that flatter.They bloat my cranium as I trace smallsteps in retrograde until I arrive backwhere I started—back at the beginning. That’s the place where I remembersilhouettes; the flickering stasis ofanotherContinue reading “Time Shifts”
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Neon Gravitas
Neon Gravitas I reach for pools of shapeless light that fade to dusky hues ofmonochrome & magnolia, as I entertain the hiss of cartyres on a wet street over re-runs ofindoor vapours & body linguistics. I reach for muted words that falllike coastal sleet near the shoresof her mouth, that whispers lowof citrus zing andContinue reading “Neon Gravitas”
Gospel of Elton
Gospel of Elton His word made goodon manicured keys,made flesh from throbbingbass. Baritone honey & gravelwith arabesques stir thepulse & shake the hearts church,and where truth be told,God’s in the house tonight. ©️Orion Foote, 2021
Heathen Cobbles
I wonder if you might hearan answer, when you ask,what kind of love is this ?While I stand looking ontowards the carriage fromwhere you alight, toundo the tale and ask fora flame to lessen the dark. But it’s not really wordsthat matter much anymore.I would prefer brandy slurs or legato shades of lighton sodden pavement,Continue reading “Heathen Cobbles”
Afternoons with Skidmore
The dregs of the afternoonlight come calling throughheavy velvet, unannouncedof course, but with newsfrom another room. His ruddy, waxlike tonessteal the scene, before Ipan across to the tired rowof penguin classics; off whiteand orange — centre left. He’s not long wokenfrom his siesta; a dreamsequence in which Gorkyhad sat in the very chair fromwhich I’mContinue reading “Afternoons with Skidmore”
Marginalia
Marginalia The slice and burnof a bright sized jangleis the perfect din. It teases the dead fromtheir hard won sleepin these sorry days, where it seemsonly the ruined canconsole their own. Here comes the jitterypart to rattle the cells &douse the swollen nerves. It’s a struggleto the surface whenI can’t recall the facts. Though IContinue reading “Marginalia”
Mixing Still Life
He says it’s like sculpting phrases for the tone deaf, or throwing out shadows over hard alabaster for those short of sight. It’s also a rigmarole; all this dodging and burning, being in two minds over the trajectory of light or wrestling with arrangements before signing off on the key signature. So it’s back toContinue reading “Mixing Still Life”
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Visions of Orion Poetry 