A Necklace of Red Stones

The house gargoyle is sitting on my back softly like a cat.heavy,balanced it might jump down and grim at me any minute point out its collection of pet dust bunnies wade figures lined up ,under the bed

a thought about jewelry

Red Shoes Beside the bed they appear taps or jazz or pumps a brand new pair daily at least sometimes more "Put me on "they say dance this idea into poetry I arrange them when I should be

Driving through Matfield by the common and the duckpond as commuters poke holes through dusk with headights a fox shape floats accross the road again I think he waits for

Worry Sticks A swallowed boiled sweet of a stone grates like a fat fishbone stomach muscles tighten against a kick worry sticks beat an up tempo snare at the flare of helpless love

Too early and too late for cars new houses don’t clump muddy lorry feet yet past my gate even foxes tuck noses into belly fur dog has shoved me to...