nothing more (poem)

      nothing more     the very recently departed has some status above corpse and lies untouched unparty to debate whether its last possessions be ruled loot or legacy whether it might be washed, then dressed then buried in situ, an oblong shallow mound under cypress branches in a field of asphodel   […]

King of Chaos (poem)

      King of Chaos   The recruitment sheds are manned Each by a bobbing puppet on a stick Tittering in death’s head greasepaint Shanty coffins banged at Gothic angles, these Painted black, a bloated joke A train scores the hill, a parade float Straddled by some nameless King of Chaos Loitered on, by […]

Meddlesome: Fourth Allied Forces

      The Folly Allied Forces         Meddlesome   Into a third hand slaps the baton The host takes over an appointment of Fiona’s Her noble aim to steer some entrepreneurial matrons clear of ghoulish error ‘Error’ putting it kindly, he would have said himself Of prying baldly into tragedy…more so, […]

a heart (poem)

    a heart   probably one donated to science heart the metaphor exits scene psyche the metaphor can’t object she hadn’t needed heart, heart wasn’t feeling psyche without heart’s part thrives yet raises finished things she’s knitted furnished with both fiber and fat names them, explains them, discards them in their slots heart sent […]

Eight: thesis (poem)

    thesis   This is not an easy thing to say …or will be hard for you to hear or, he thought, we need to talk at last he thought, let me ask you… better, she’ll have to say okay no one says no no, because I wasn’t ready no, because you ask if […]

Gravity (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 15 Dec 2020 in Art, Poems

      Gravity   It was in the moonlight they carried on advice of an old client’s volume of ghost-spotting practices libraried by saeculum, decennium Was one of late ages, the folklorist said to make test with an object possessed of the dead   It was of a Mrs. Turnfeather inherited a chest of […]

Steaming (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 8 Dec 2020 in Art, Poems

      Steaming   She can’t leave where she is with a sense of cleansed but stands outside to begin, and in this dream every turn of path shows another face every door, with a yawn, pushes in without fuss they sit with their backs against her the lobbyists who wait while fear grows […]

The Irrepressible: Third Allied Forces

Posted by ractrose on 2 Dec 2020 in Art, Poems

      The Folly Allied Forces         The Irrepressible   Jesmine, so much the counterpoint to her headstrong sister, had kept to her tuffet by the fireplace, demure with her teacup. Maude, as she would, spoke at once, the moment Mrs. Davenant rejoined them. ‘Oh, tell, Margaret! You can’t mean to […]

Sand (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 25 Nov 2020 in Art, Poems

      Sand   doll-forms at craft shops bald sightless blockheads you should watch tutorials on airbrushing rose    into cheeks think of a doll for every ethnicity the minefield mechanics of noticing shades     of blush Populate a scheme to become a catalogue name with burials in a fold and tab-together box they were smoothed […]

Heneglwys: Second Allied Forces

Posted by ractrose on 18 Nov 2020 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Allied Forces         Heneglwys   Sir,   In my researches into the vanished tribes Which predate the era of Coel Hen Who, I need hardly tell you, is known to the modern reader of the nursery rhyme A prelate of that village which calls itself Heneglwys Whom my […]