Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
House H(a)unting, Fish Creek, Victorian An unborn dreaming hunger touched my wrist outside the Nine Acres Cafe counting cars as the southerly broke into fragments the barista’s earnest feathered design I’m thinking of how you plaited the ingot beads and Continue reading House H(a)unting, Fish Creek, Victorian by James Walton
There, but for the grace of a stranger it is the thing about suffering the excuses of a friend’s gobbling cheeks full with unknown currency over the ankles in sand this slow thaw to conscience weathered, open to sky every Continue reading There, but for the grace of a stranger by James Walton
Egon Schiele at Krumlov “The line does not end where the arm ends,but where the thought leaves the line.” — Leopold Museum, Vienna As the lapidarian eye placed a caress above the stocking end line, casting about in the cascading Continue reading Egon Schiele at Krumlov by James Walton
Three Sonnets Blackberry Sonnet The hay cutter speaks of his love Lady, I came for your love – not to haggle. I am no wizened mariner of orbs familiar knowledge, But a castaway escaping the casket’s clamour – Our years Continue reading Three Sonnets & two other new poems by James Walton
Bequeathable Sanitoria Don’t be offended if as an old love song you’re the needle in my arm the messy heart and anchor tattoo that won’t be scratched out of these polished corridors locked down night and day awaiting the scuff Continue reading Bequeathable Sanitoria by James Walton
Patti Smith and Persuasion at 225 Madison Avenue, 36th Street, just a short walk from Grand Central and Penn Station Inside the Morgan Library reading old accounts by colonist settlers of New England, as Salem haunts mirrors an annoying loud Continue reading Patti Smith and Persuasion at 225 Madison Avenue, 36th Street, just a short walk from Grand Central and Penn Station by James Walton
Direct quotes ABC site, I read the news Damocles oh boy, May 29, 2018 four men pose swordfish 436.2 kilos caught off Mallacoota it kept doing jumps and it was like someone was dropping missiles around the boat we heard Continue reading Direct quotes ABC site, I read the news Damocles oh boy, May 29, 2018 by James Walton
were it for you, Death that fish eye wobbly in want of centre haphazard as a loose dart with a calling card embossed in such things a rainbow from a kidney’s undelivered gifts a shiny scent of Autumn leaves smoking Continue reading were it for you, Death by James Walton
Open Says a Me My friend Burt told me of the secret door at Melbourne Airport. It looks the same as any door but you have to have a special pass. Like that restaurant in Sydney you can only enter Continue reading Open Says a Me by James Walton
Age of the Sargasso tiger I thought love was younger yet it prowls through years the swish not care or annoyance a purring of sarcenet decades in gentle stumble of loose wrack the predator’s teeth at your throat incisors anything Continue reading Age of the Sargasso tiger by James Walton