Dear All,
I have been very quiet lately as life has thrown some interesting lessons my way.. however while I have been looking the other way my words have been found their way to be havened in a most perfect manner by beautiful editor and publisher Amanda Oaks of Verve Bath Press.
For your own copy of the hundred printed to have and to hold, please follow these links...
Verve Bath Press
Verve Bath at Etsy
The second will also link you to Amanda's blog which always leaves me smiling widely!
Enjoy!
with love
A.Joy
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Something Special :)
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Drawn Resting
charcoal rasps
vespers
as I try to draw
from memory
a beach near Ise
with soft rocks
that turn to powder
at touch
a gentle slippage
of ritual and
desecration
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Monday, January 19, 2009
All The Way Home
i
Beginnings deteriorate
Even the second knock sounds
an imitation
The scraping of shoes on the mat
the soil trapped in the tread
The space once travelled
which then feels known
arches back like a snare
There is a particular silence
only found under the feet
of a traveller at rest
As windows of hotels sing back
at the motors of aeroplanes
ii
To stretch your arms
around both sides of his body
Pull him close to your chest
rock the squalling flesh
into a curved hush like
a horizon
iii
These soft annunciations
breathed into frontiers
of hard flesh
dewclaw words coiling
beside a tangle of legs
agape in silence
at the look of things
The pigment darkens
as skin covets its own
articulation
iv
In summer
made pretty by smell
of frangipanis
There are these mornings
where heat deadens everything
where
you don’t remember your own name
until you hear it
What if you lay with a stranger?
What if you fell asleep and woke
beside him?
Recognised your shape in the sheets
your colour against the white
Could you coyly
become a sound?
v
Geometric alphabet
with its sharp edges
offers no security for the memory
It cannot keep the devout
gushing of the mouth
greedily taking in what it can
hold of the voice
what it can retain of what was seen
bristling in the water
This point
which cant be reached
can be called separation
no matter the distance
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Monday, January 5, 2009
Blue Alice
absurdity of trying
to grip a fish
with needle fins
as it flaps gills
gulps choking air
hook mouth
to a memory
silence swells
to a freak wave
a wall of water
the smallness
of a body sucked
ten metres under
water beneath
a ledge of rock
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Monday, December 1, 2008
Forearm
to thought
swollen bulb
to
thumbprint
mouth to valve
words that barely
fit in
the throat
i
drop to
your
pillowcase
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Making Room
describing you
to myself
i pour hot
in silence
an ampoule
cooled glass
a moment
before desire
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
Seminal
Deep in the throat
they laugh-
hungry little bodies
with their pointing bones
fastened with buttons
hooking eyes
He has seen her
alone
through her window
turning her body in
the mirror
This is a gift
(she tells him)
Takes his wrist
Fingertips focus
in childlike
desire
It may take
root
grow inside
leave accompanied
by words and sounds
Thoughtless
In her parents’ bed
Red mouth agape
she listens to his
whispers
He lies
beside her
slightly
Off-centre
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