Seagulls and sun
Michael Gallagher Words this brisk spring afternoonloft well beyond their target. Days we spend picking meaning from metaphor,like gulls on a beach,ignoring the sun setting listlessly on the endless horizon.
March 2008
Green
Buried deepin heapsof code,your syntaxdraws joy,like blood from a turnip,like a sword from a stone. It purrs my restless heart,evens my jaggedy, craggy,spindly hope. Were there ever another composite in…
Question or two
Who kicked your teeth in? I saw someone running the other way, down the street there. Was that him?What did you say? What did you do to provoke him? What…
City
Everything, everyone is atmospherein a city of lights, never sleepingraging on, unstoppable fury.
Topsoil
This lush lifehosts rootsscuttling in the topsoil,dangling in the open air,fluttering like a pulseafter a day of rain.