oil (Remove filter)
whale-watching season
Whale breaches still waters
spraying mist into the twilight.
Oil seeps through grill’s crevices
onto bright glowing briquettes, as
Beef sizzles to unfolding drama,
surrounded by awe and wonder;
Hooked by the vast expanse
of the Outback and the Sea.
Sunday 16th March 2025 10:11 am
wwC7 Amelia Earhart 0514 (10/28/23)
warmth
like a dipped oak
an aegis of honey-words
folded in layers
carefully made gifts
(tho hastily wrapped)
best taken while still soft
still hot
like candied ginger pressed
between lips parted in awe
in rapture
the steam of kitchens and
the drawing of breath
tumbling bedshapes
unmistakable
and knowable
warmth
like a waxen wood countertop
dangling incandescence
in...
Saturday 28th October 2023 3:47 pm
Failing the people
I’m baffled how world leaders find the nerve
to sign a pledge, then right before our eyes
fail the people they pretend to serve.
They know the price of oil but never swerve
from drilling more while greenhouse gases rise.
I’m baffled how world leaders find that nerve!
They buy the myth of endless growth, the oeuvre
of economic frauds who feed them lies,
and fail ...
Friday 9th June 2023 11:19 pm
Following the Money
From the North Sea, wild and grey
the horde bore down on Scarborough Bay.
I overheard one of them say
"We're following the money."
Like a Viking raiding force
they'd moved their enterprise onshore
to probe beneath the Yorkshire moors
for oil and gas and money.
A mighty fleet of high power cars
overran the Scarborough Spa.
I heard them, wassailing at the bar
thirsty for the money.
Sunday 15th May 2016 6:33 pm
This bird
Look at this thing, this gruesome thing, this shake-off from the slick.
A car mechanic’s rag, a bag of bile, a doodling hand that drags
a biro clot of crudeness up the beach.
This foul-up. This bird. This broken component of our world.
Then look at that: a flesh gorged kite, circling
while cluster bombs slake a starving nation’s soil.
America’s pin puckered vein, the fight for th...
Tuesday 1st December 2015 12:55 pm
Diamonds & Oil & Love
Diamonds & Dirt
Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend
But at the cost my dear, at the cost
Of never boring them, you are their
Entertainment, they are your love.
Diamonds if they could talk would tell
A causatory tale of distance and dirt
You, a perfect diamond, a pure light
In the compressed dirt of their lives.
Diamonds reflect the compression
Which is the brevity of our lives
Wh...
Sunday 30th March 2014 4:24 pm
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