28.11.06

From the Files 9


mint is to chocolate as snow is to birdsong

From the Files 8


coins are cells or cells are coins

From the Files 7

Nothing projected. Upper thighs sanded & pale. Elastic a perfect circle though not perfectly.

Where the dogs were trained, I coughed. Puddle of pink. But back to the circle.

So many have been

a) girls dressed in brown
b) earthworks
c) white gold

These are stains it bears repeating. No one is in those cars.


The crying too was a circle. Hack, hack. Upstairs they're looking for the remote or moving to another room. There are four, they might run out.

27.11.06

From the Files 6

White cream around keys. Plastic umbilicus. Accidentally I said born instead of built. Inner laughter.

Rather a line for eye. Paper contains it, not looking. Tin ripples. Conditions must be right. The needles fell, water fell too. Can’t set it aside, only walk into it and hope it disappears.

25.11.06

From the Files 5

Start to notice the shadows
Push it out

Schedule re-arranged
Tiny fact glossed over

From one city to another
Smattering of voices

Frozen
Relax

Her face thinner
A wish

nothing left to burn
...

23.11.06

From the Files 4

Laboured all day to get them in
Or almost

This is bleeding hard
Need a new one

Opened every package
One twisted & turned upside-down

Inspected the back
Second one (in the other way) was easier

Up + down on a chair
Sound sinking

Humour brought out
Not on the phone

Somehow the moth got in
It lay like a seed

As the soil dries, the flies are fewer
Slapping-clap of hands

22.11.06

From the Files 3

A monotone voice recites the names and numbers. Shape of days.

Arc a coin traces after it's flipped.

Slap of hands. An echo.
Explosion of birds across the screen.

From the Files 2

Flutter of a hand, a few positions, measure of the space between.
The way her feet are pointing to the corner of the room.

Outlines of birds.

Smoke rises, hangs over the map.

Fragile as towers of matchsticks or cards.
We move toward her, circling. Like needles on a compass. Head north.

19.11.06

From the Files 1

all this is latent
so enjoy

no this there is no
splat

registered
vocabulary

every string
sings