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The Sassoon Collection

The Sassoon Collection i. Everyone sang while I fell asleep voices wailing around the house thud of feet and slam of doors everyone singing only the clocks wind down around this small room no sense of the hour crowded with lemonade breath high-pitched voices like hounds in pain as clouds hover over my eyes fighting [...]

The Sassoon Collection: x. Particle Show

The Sassoon Collection x. Particle Show AND still they come and go: and this is all I know— That from the mind I watch an endless particle-show, Where wild and listless forces flicker on their way, With charged and uncharged parts from small stringy strands Because all spin so fast, and they’ve no place to [...]

The Sassoon Collection: viii. Middle Age

The Sassoon Collection viii. Middle Age I heard a creak, and a groan And felt a twinge of wooden pain A man running in a crowd Deep in its shadow he moved. ‘Ugly work!’ thought I, Gasping for breath. ‘Time must be cruel and proud, ‘Tearing down this body.’ With gutsy glimmering shone my dignity [...]

Message to Ida Straus

Message to Ida Straus Don’t ask me where – send her this message and do more than that: get a reply. What happens after the wave takes you off the deck chair and the water floods your senses freezing your skin, bones filling up your lungs topping them off for the long journey? Where do [...]

The Sassoon Collection: vi. The imperfect cook

The Sassoon Collection vi. The imperfect cook I never ordered something to be perfect, Though often I’ve asked for fiery spicy or without sugar as a small invasion Of mastering cooking. I never asked that your dishes Might stand, unburnt, moist and savory Pointing the way toward gastronomical peaks like a sign-post. Oh yes, I [...]

Since Unkulunkulu had no email

Since Unkulunkulu had no email The chameleon was sent to say “let them not die” but tarried, stopping continually to blend in. The lizard, eventually was sent, and lost both its tail and part of its message and before regrowing either, proclaimed, “let them die.” And so die they did, but with death was the [...]

Better Than

Better than The land and water is haunted with beasts. Some are carnivorous; Some are microscopic; None are smart like us or entitled to dine at a good restaurant. They think, we think, but differently. None speak Mandarin or Cape York Pidgin English. They have offspring and some care for their young, Some eat their [...]

Imperfect information

Imperfect information You and I face off with battleships on secret squares sequentially taking pot shots wherever we chose. A thin board separates our lines of sight A thick carpet, underneath. This is a sequential game even when I attack out of turn each and every move is built on the one before. Round after [...]

The Sassoon Collection: iv. Butter and Eggs

The Sassoon Collection iv. Butter and eggs Robust diners, deftly forking in the fat. O no longer living triglycerides against the heedless tongue Of buffet and banquet days, what sends them gliding through This set of dancing teeth? Theirs are the hungry cadences between The enraptured chewing of hefty humans that make Heaven in the [...]

Stop the chop, chop, chop.

We see a tree!  A tree! Since it’s the last one living free We will grab it quickly for our family. A Tree!!! Crop the lower middle to the Top off! Chop!!! Chop!!! Don’t yet Stop! Hear the Plop! Chop! Chop!! Chop!!! Chop!!! Chop! Chop! Chop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! – Zumwalt (2011) (see related poem http://zumpoems.com/2011/07/10/theyve-stripped-the-forest-for-babble/) Zumwalt’s response to [...]

The ball is in our courts

The ball is in our courts The shirts press the skins looking for the turnover. The skins set screens to break the press and force overtime. The two teams play without arena staff, relying on unknown referees, the crowd locked out of the building. It is a territorial sport that knows no season and cares little about the [...]

The Handcuff King

The Handcuff King Escape pays for now: suspend me upside down; lock glass and steel; fill fully; water flowing over. But if my escapes entertains, understand that it is my existence. I can handle building-size milk cans, Chinese water torture cells, underwater crates and being buried alive. Faced with flight or forced-fight, the choice is [...]

There is no “i” in Phalanx

There is no “i” in Phalanx Across calescent karstic plains, attentive, observant, at walking pace, searching for a more than suitable place to play these noble and momentous games, purposely, resolutely stopping at this very ground we converge and then assemble in formation deliberately aligning and establishing our corresponding location shields brought up and eyes [...]

The Sassoon Collection: vii. The Manager

The Sassoon Collection vii. The Manager ‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the well-rested manager said When we worked through the night to finish on time the urgent assignment he failed to review and release until late afternoon. And we mock his insincerity as a matter of routine: ‘I work for you’, ‘What can I do to help you [...]

On an afternoon

On an afternoon On a breezy summer afternoon two universes, once far apart, approached each other and drawn by forces not easily understood, collided and created the beginnings of a universe with different rules and circumstances than the previous two. Dense and hot, close and furious, with energy beyond any expectation this new universe started, [...]