I break my hard shell shield from sharp cold,
find soft shoots and grass to eat in the warm.
As I grow out my young selves into old
I eat tougher stems, and my wings take form.

My stomach hears sounds. droplets from above
knock you off of a stem, drown you in their fall.
My large back legs move me up into rough
air which thunders inside, I land and call

rub leg against wing, she arrives, is bigger
than I. I climb her. Droplets break a wing,
knock her sideways so I topple, shiver
onto sodden soil, float into dying.

Here I look into world as it passes.
Drown in this flow as it flutters, flashes.

Selected byJordan Trethewey
Image credit:Wolfgang Hasselmann

I am a shop assistant, after employment as a security guard, postman, admin. assistant, lecturer, and poetry performer with "Rats for Love." My work appears in "Rats for Love: The Book," Bristol Broadsides, 1990. First chapbook: "The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley" (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). Recently published in Blazevox, Nixes Mate, Live Nude Poems, The Bezine, The Bees Are Dead, and others. Chapbooks include "The Headpoke and Firewedding" (Alien Buddha Press, 2017) illustrated chapbook, "A World Where" (Nixes Mate Press, 2017), "The Spermbot Blues" (OpPRESS, 2017), "She Needs That Edge" (Nixes Mate Press, 2018). Forthcoming "Stubborn Sod" a collaboration with amazing Dutch artist Marcel Herms.

 

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