Author: hrp63

She rises, glides without a wing beat up another curve she just invented, bending the thin air to her purpose. She turns her head, forever watching, and her still standing in the airstream forces a fine music through each flight feather. Not that she cares. She lifts a wing tip, shoots off to the far […]

The blind valley’s full of mineshafts, sheep stamp in the roofless house, at every corner a bird flies off.   Each step disturbs the listening grass, the sun’s work on the worm cast, the beetle labouring in his universe.   Lichen writes on every cliff a lucid, undeciphered script; ferns tremble in the draught.   […]

From the intimate grotto of your ear to the broad sweep of buttock is a finger walk down the spine ridge to where the tops are windswept but the clefts are bushy. This archaeology’s best practiced between experienced lovers. Your hipbone is a gondola rowlock three quarters buried; the body of the boat’s here too, […]