On the subject of the possible infinity of colour, can one go on halving a wavelength before it reaches a probable quantum limit? Disparities of hue and tint could behave as qualifiers. The qualities of discrete indices. In my lifetime I require handkerchiefs of each colour to knot for all my unique memories. … Continue reading Handkerchiefs and Indices
Month: October 2017
Matrilineal
We have this in common, the chattering gibber of monkey blood, deviated by a systolic evolution. At only 5%, it is a glancing problem for me. We dress for the beach, and conspire to hold mosaic family secrets in the way the wealthy hide their estate. Our purses bursting sand and medical curses. Mum will … Continue reading Matrilineal
Panning For Gold
For Charlie Farmer It strikes the eye, dear heart. New settlers, cherry haired Celts. Granite ascetics in cowhide. They flooded the arid valley just this month, dear heart. Panning for new fertile pastures. Clearing away clutter, dear heart. Left by the careless. Speculated, discarded. From where I stand, the sap glistening from unlikely roots, reflecting … Continue reading Panning For Gold
North West Burlesque Society
It is in the Dionysian quarter, an aureate theatre where an aurora of skittering femme-cerise blaze fathoms. On the borrowed dais, fine grind cuts a lustrous emulsion, the gathered sway the delicate beats of Heliconius Sapho. The rhodium globe shimmies in obsidian verse, modulating strata in body declensions, bitten poses, breastfed rose divinity, onlooker seances … Continue reading North West Burlesque Society
Divorce
O The joy of renting. An archeology of a mattress; misted with oxytocin, friction and unchosen brocade. Conventicle of duets; half-truth humbucker … Continue reading Divorce
Lucy A. Evans Poetry 