Christmas with Emily It is etched on windowsthat I will arrive at the meaningof Winter – scrawled with pencil on antique chocolate wrappers.In feeble long hand blisswe trace fine lines – cutting a dash through New England snow –the long & the short of itkeeping us at arm’s length. Codes in invisible ink humin surroundContinue reading “Christmas with Emily”
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Three Prologues
Three Prologues i It’s contagious –swapping energy currenciesinside a faux Havana bar;the grotesque & profanepeering through windowsat Mama San – a lunch hourscrewball comedy – moolahfor spicy rhetoric with a decorthat reeks of name droppings;of circadian rhythms awakened. ii I wonder how he coped –a shrinking Napoleon on St Helena;sketching cherry laurels& japaneseContinue reading “Three Prologues”
Conjuring You in Daylight
Conjuring You in Daylight I lit up in remembrancewhen you called out.How foreignly familiarthe sound of one’s own namewhen spoken by another –it leapt through your mouthas a linguistic curve-ball. Once, you turned bedfellows with skateboards into Gods,wrapped in musky sheets –still damp with night’s balmand stale ginger wine. A sleazy mannequinstood vigil – loneContinue reading “Conjuring You in Daylight”
The Ventriloquist
The Ventriloquist It’s contagious –all this spirit writing.Voices from the other sidebreathing down my neckevery five minutes – buttoned upin starch & lace – lips pursed,sharing a private joke in silence. The familiar surgeof unexpurgated words,exploding like glassinside the cranial suite –overturning tableslike Jesus on a bender;hammering home the pointand he doesn’t care who knowsContinue reading “The Ventriloquist”
Arriving on Set
Arriving on Set Wild perennials sing into a blue sweetness– hard pressed for wordsto describe this mettle;this ever present lightthat sings true in time. To whisper amongst Japanese Snowballs on parade– a rampant sun breathing down my neckin morning’s renewal; voices rising inside melike a Kabuki chorus in flight. ©️Orion Foote
Kororo Lights
Kororo Lights(Haiku) In stillness you glow,Like ever vigilant guards;Lone witness at night ©️ Orion Foote
Soloman Islands Song
Soloman Islands Song(four Chinese Quatrains) He sleeps in humid daylightover scorched Pacific sand;distant flags ripple slowlyin Vella Lavella breeze A sentinel moon whispersdream long my son of silence;offspring of a lost wind manscribbles tears in candlelight sotto voce words linger,taut hours unravel in sheetsof slant drizzle – heightens tangof shaving foam and sherry Croons withContinue reading “Soloman Islands Song”
Third Act
Third Act At a dawdling tempowe became this scant thing;drifting further from dayswhen clocks went unnoticed,dreaming in colour – far flung like hopeful fishing nets. We tore up the stars,revelled in dark stringsmoaning under night’s cover;their sad arabesques falling in madcap waves– drowning us in song. And your face turning slow;like Muddy Waters in mourning. ©️Continue reading “Third Act”
Everything He Didn’t Say
Everything He Didn’t Say You never walked with Lorcaover dusty roads – amongstthe fresh morning twang of oranges bathed in rain,or stood your ground to returnfire with blue flames that burn the skin of beating palms.You never planted your feetin dirt beneath a choleric sun, or turned your face to the skyto listen with ringingContinue reading “Everything He Didn’t Say”
Memory Threshold
Memory Threshold(On my grandfather’s birthday) My father’s father-whom I never knew-saw first light in the yearthat Hardy publishedFar from the Madding Crowd. He surveyed the damagethrough Cabbage leaves,watched birds & beesilluminate their lives – like platesinside an antique pillow book. He and his sister – Mary,unwanted offspringof bug eyed immigrants,clinging to a board clad hovelinContinue reading “Memory Threshold”
Visions of Orion Poetry 