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#510
UntitledIn my last year at schoolI spent much timein Central Librarythumbing thoughencyclopaedias of modern artand photography year bookslooking for naked women. Somehow their artnever reached me –only...
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Swear it
Swearing was invented as a compromise between running away and fighting – Peter Finley DunneI’ve never been one for swearing. My parents never swore—okay my dad said ‘bloody’ a couple of times (and...
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#540
The Circular LineHer breasts were large and heavy and they hurt herstanding, as she had done for half an hour, while the train drained of people. A side seat came freeand silently she slippedinto...
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#541
A MarriageOne day he tried too hard and broke it. He patched it upand it still worked, though not as well. The wheels still went round. No one noticed any changetill one day it fell to piecesand they...
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#538
Itch of an Amputated LegI turned up the volumefor 'Waiting for the Man'. Sweat gathered in the furrows on the foreheadof the man pruning rosesand he squinted to see in our room. Mopping his browhe...
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#542
EmpathyThe man with the strange namepassed her bythinking strange thoughtsin a stranger's tongue. His dark clothes caught her eyefor a momentand then he was gone. A feeling came and wentbut she didn't...
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#543
ObOb lies in the hallwayand thinks of flies. The flies on the cadaver of his past. In the sticky heat he liesand dreams of flies. What-was-Oblands on the silent bodyand pauses for a momentas if it...
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#544
Prelude"I don't have to do this," she said, as she was led into the room, in an almost spoiled voice –implying concession –but she was not corrected. As there was no screenbehind which to undressshe...
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#545
ProverbTo understand you must experience. What can be experienced can be conquered. You are my nightmare –I will not dream you anymore. 6 November 1982 For most of my life—certainly in 1982—I have...
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Us
The best little novel you haven't heard about – Oprah's Reading ListThis is the second book by Michael Kimball that I’ve read. The first was the slightly odd The Way the Family Got Away, slightly odd...
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#547
For the World is Hollow...In the salty darknessSomething horrid and familiarFading in spasmsNumb security, fadingI'm fading awayWrapped in guiltDrowning in dreams11 June 1983 The title of this poem...
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#548
AtonementMariko sat quietly on the Silent Way: A tiny figure framed by a sea. My only focal point. Sitting with herselfin a strange sense of place... 11 June 1983 This poem sits in the middle of two...
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#549
Chained in the BrainHiding from drab realityin orgasmic bliss or drunken stupor; Free for a time shorter than before –Anonymous and without. Forced back by guilt, Catching sight of your reflectionin an...
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#550
SunbatherSplayed on the grassIn her yellow dressQuietly pornographicIn the sickly heatWrinkled, sweatySkin-like clothClings, defines and barely covers. In the park they lock at night. 20 July 1983I...
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#551
ShellsAn uncanny attractionfor something unseen. The mystic eroticismof imagined nudity. Glimpses in the eyesof things unsaid. Can you hear the seain sea shells too ? (For F.) 26 July 1983 Thus begins...
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#552
The Ophthalmologist's WifeHe married a blind girlI remember –a quiet thing withempty eyes. Desperately tactile, she longed for the night, and the marriage bed'sgift of homogeneousness, but he couldn't...
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#554
The VisitSympathy and Apathysat side by side inthe old folks' home, neither knowing whatthey were doing there. Not really. (for Elizabeth Gray (91)) 4 September 1983 Elizabeth Gray was the oldest...
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#555
For F.Two one-legged menlimping down the roadsharing a single crutchand each, in turn, being a crutch to the other. Both must go onfor neither has the strength to aloneand neither knows howto leave the...
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Becoming Abigail
[E]verything in Nigeria is about haunting. It’s about ghosts. The dead are everywhere, and just won’t stay dead. In my Igbo culture, dead parents used to be buried in the middle of the living room and...
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#556
The Gift"It's as good as a kiss," she said, offering the loving cup to me, and she smiled superfluouslyher eyes reflecting my pleasure. (For F.) 22 September 1983 This was something F. did say to me....
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