But did the healed King then die in peace? Was the land a woman upon whom he forced himself, going unbidden into the forest?Having found the comfort of the water, why return to land? Why did the Grail not heal land and King by being there?And if the King made himself a…

Body clock fuck up,            Going dark, waking up,Reverse body coerce            Dreamstate boy            With neon toyBody clock inverseDiatrunal curseMelatolin bears no grinMy cushion, thrown into the bin            Body clock sped up            Now I’m awake, I really woke up            And watch the hands of time spinCounter-directlySplit seconds into a few too many            Outside it’s twilight            It’s neither day, nor night                        Body…

The floor heaved and moanedin creak and contortion,a million whispers bundled togetherfrom stained paperand the holy smellof stories told. In a wind of no beginning,I am lead to the emptiest cornerof the loneliest room,to meet her – Arabella,the ghost of turned pages,burned by the world,and bound to the burdensof touchless…

I open my handsand the sun curls up in my palmsonly to fall asleep In a black gownnighttime walks barefootover the dew-chilled grassa frosty breeze stirs the trees ____________________________________________________________ Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press) and his poems have been published by editors from the US,…

If you’re too greenfor a placeeveryone can feel it As sure as self isclose to the entrancea walled chasm of separationinvades Streets collideat a juncturemeet at your feethead over heelsthis raggedy dollhurtledcatapulted in time This urban martrydromof female patronessesplanted in crevicesof concrete and steel There’s somethingsomewherethat does not want a body,watches…

As the day greets the night bowing one to the otherthere is a moment when day is not dayand night is not nightbut a pause between—two hands folded togetherholding one silent prayer. It is then—when pink-blue clouds seepinto the porous pale skydeepening plum, magenta and sapphire. Before the darkness rises slowly.Before the…

The oncoming ships are set to tip by pulled chainsand the gods have agreed to play their partto break the Christians’ formations, the backbone of their fleet.It’s like the songs – where Shieldmaidens knife the sea-crestwith a hardy keel, with the men howling belowfor perfumed boats to meet the mud…

It must be thrilling to know everything.Girls used to be so full of doubt but now they say,“Sure, I’m sure.” I say 1970, she says Nixon bombed Cambodia.When I was a kid, I found a brontosaurus under my corn flakes.Today I get all of world history at the end of my…

At the art museumI should write about brush strokes trees, expressions, tones, color,the frame, yes,explore the surface – its gilded swirls curtailthe sprawls of evening shadows, the pastelsof sunsets and greyscale apparitionsparanormal remnants Essencesouzo distillations of wormwood nostalgiaerect and reaching from a cubea right angled Harlequin Jacquard love I love the…