Poetry for Mum


I looked outside the window. Past glass and my fractured reflection, and I remembered you.
I have such moments of hate, of self absorption, and then as many I am lost, also. Though I remember you and always your heart.

You were like a typhoon through my breast in your death. I held my heart and fell to my knees as if I might steal your fate. How could you be gone?


I used to pray. Picturing long beards and ashtrays. I felt the world disappear so I was on skates. Surfing the sun. Burning myself.



Sometimes my hair is singed and my throat is dry. The desert is my body. My soul the big heat.