This is a day that will never happen again for me - my first full-length poetry collection was released! I came home to find the books waiting, and Charlie Hughes at Wind Publications has made a beautiful book - and I thank him for taking it on. The book had been a contest finalist 12 times and I was really close to giving up on sending it out again - I'm so glad I persevered, and that Charlie found it. The web-page for the book is here:
This is the first poem from the book.
I watch him drag the boat across
the scree, over the dry doggerel
of mackerel scales and filament
of a season ended, to the water.
The sand flays the last flakes
of paint from the boat’s hull,
splash and crack at the confluence
of stone and water, and he is out
beyond the waves, where fishbones
glint like small suns in a black mirror,
and the splay of the Pelican’s wing
stitches the sea to the sky. Brine-
bleached hands haul the sodden creel
above the gunwales, and there again
is the gaping child-shaped hole,
sawn by the snapping-turtle’s teeth,
ragged-cut and impossible to mend.
Did I say that the turtle is guided
by ambient moonlight? So, the wolf
howls. The waves gnaw at the shore.
Bones and light are mixed with water.
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