On the Theme of IS
Exploring the multiple facets of "IS"
This word "is" keeps me awake looking past somewhere which is to the left of nowhere in the middle of nothing filled with something.
Achilles’ Rising There can be no unknowing of this is Since this is that that must be is. Scavengers of is are we; In dust and ash scrabbling to see...
when i left the house this morning you were there. now returned, at the door, I’m afraid to open.
woke up to find the sun hidden behind thick cloud and lightning playing on the horizon
(this is my translation from the Arabic of AMM’s poem published 2018, and which forms part of a bigger narrative work looking at the transference of guilt and sin, and our relationship to death.)
Before the first word a moment, within that moment all moments, and within those moments the collective hymns for each world and each instant of...
The local butcher's shop was gutted by fire and rebuilt. We passed by early morning once the scaffolding and boards had been taken down.
Garden out of bounds – builders’ mess spreading fast this past week - we turn left into Katherine’s rutted lane, dogs scenting, pulling, me...