Poem

– that’s Ganesh to you – is pictured / with a broken tusk: why? / The tale was added / late on / to the Mahabharata.

~ dots of colour     points on a complex / number plane where the x horizontal axis / represents the ‘real’ part number / and the vertical y gives us unseen ...

I thought I recognised Sorley Maclean / walking towards me down Niagara Lane. / As he came alongside he said look up, / you can see our friend the sky where the tall buildings / lean in towards each other. I can see some glyphs

Often I am permitted to spin, / flip, go turvy-top, turning / toward unmade places, / shadows, sites of last chances / in a game of loopty-loo ...

How much labour in yanking          the moon one landing / to the next, yard to parking                  lot scrub culvert wood, / nightly rate       of pills per hour    how many threads / of linen go to make up    the cold       worker’s coat? / It is possible to wish        for no power more

We moved out from the stone of Mallarmé’s mind, through silence of thought

I’ve come to walk along the jetty, watch the stingrays / glide around the pylons, their sides fanning and flaring / like the skirts of Spanish dancers, but there’s a large / dog tethered to a pole, idling on low growl, speed-smelling / the wind. Its eyes tell me it is used to the loneliness