Photo ©️Orion Foote Auburn Brogue (Four Chinese Quatrains)I broach the chill of deep night:my cape trimmed neat in black braid.In times of strife, this heart cries -yet sings of you as dreams fade.Our bairn was fair – her pale voice a thrush-like song from warm nest;smiled like the sun at first light;small face turned withContinue reading “Auburn Brogue”
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Flash Bulletins
Flash Bulletins In joining up the pixels,my senses throbon high tech alert. These fibre optic days,despatches travel as quick as light.They bounce back at us from autocues – starchedanchors in wardrobe glossrelay them in HD vignettes. The morning brought plasmaupdates & widescreen data;issued a warning – tingled like the intro to Strawberry Letter 23.Tonight, theContinue reading “Flash Bulletins”
Where Stories End & Dreams Begin
Where Stories End & Dreams Begin(Choka for Fran)) You wrap the night’s breathin ivory sheets with stars;in monochrome dreamsof wild Gypsophila snow. You hear words spokenin the language of a mothertongue, that knows the layof the landscape in night’s pall. Moonbeams shoot the breeze. By morning, a grateful sundotes on gilded braids;coaxing highlights, like dawn’sContinue reading “Where Stories End & Dreams Begin”
Last Call at Shangri-la
Last Call at Shangri-la(Tanka) Solar fireball shrinksinto a fluorescent dusk;he knows how to mixa Caribbean cocktailin layers of ochre crush. ©️Orion Foote
Dinner with Sebald
Dinner with Sebald Rapid eye gymnasticsin deep focus cut toa table setting; belowspiky palm silhouettesnear a Key West shoreline. I’m picking at Bavarianbrain cells over calamariwith lashings of tartare& lemon. Knocking backa bright Rosado as he waxes of post war hangovers jostling with a yacht rock soundtrack. Moon coloured foamseethes under a Nor’Westerly breeze surfingContinue reading “Dinner with Sebald”
Encryptions
Encryptions If only I could recordthe inner workings at nightin 4K pristine transfer—microchips working sensory overtime,burning disc to disc inshimmers of HD excellence. The nights carry stacks ofneuro abstraction data ripefor the picking—teemingwith oddly familiar facesthat still retain their senseof uncertainty; where youthfulsensations and heightenednerves stand at glass doors withwhite doves and jackhammers. ©️Orion Foote,Continue reading “Encryptions”
Plucking Petals
Plucking Petals Tell us what time it iscalls out somebody in thecrowd, in between versesof summertime reimaginedin evening’s light at Newport. And lately isn’t everyonetrying to tell us what timeit is—tugging away at thenight shutters—droolingover glass with index fingeror smashing away at starswhile piping up with boththumbs in the comments. I’ve always known whattime itContinue reading “Plucking Petals”
Time Out from Time
Time Out from Time Neon motels grin likefireflies in bright rows of equidistant allure—longhaul fatigue lag has set inbehind the fuck off eyewear. It’s off the cuff interludesfrom location scout road tripping;foraging for other placesnot yet inhabited or understood. I’ve embroidered furniturewith nightcaps & slim volumesof retro syntax—going overeach line with chilled cans & éclairsContinue reading “Time Out from Time”
Night Primer
Night Primer A muted dusk makes it’s usualappearance—announcing a slytransition with finegradations of charcoal blue above silhouette overlays,like a first year art student’savant-garde designer eyeshadow palette – she addsa final flourish to her magnumopus with obsidian finality. ©️Orion Foote, 2022
Night Memoir
You never know whena word or two might stick;come creeping through an openwindow in these small hours. It’s a nagging of letters,where each tone followsa broken rhythm—void of anyrhyme or reason exceptit’s own shuffle towards a pointwhere one calls to another. It’s mostly artefacts anddriftwood now; spokensotto voce in a mulatto dialectthat is oddly familiarContinue reading “Night Memoir”
Visions of Orion Poetry 