A month | not so much as cloud piddle.
The bamboo i snipped last month

is dry as an old man’s cough.
In the vice of the fire it snaps

& heckles | its plumage retting up
the windy stem | a split seam in linen

fibers hooked on dry skin curled
off the nail like a slow flame purls paper

—naked the peeled apple | nude man
: nude woman : human animal.

i’ve this fiasco of cadence to scrum
—consulting ash that looks just like

the dorsal mountain’s vaulted ambition | props
the sky with granite scaffolding

: the well counselled marriage
of this n’ that or tit for tat.

Posted by:danielpaulmarshall

After living in Korea for shy a decade, I find myself back in England, penalized for my turned back, awaiting a move to Exeter, where I will study an MA in English, with focus on environmental studies. These days I am reading inveterately, owing to my no longer living without the means to buy books & books & books. My reading interest lie in contemporary philosophy, ecology, ecological philosophy, object orientated ontology & speculative realism. These ideas are leaching into my poetry & essays.

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