Imagist Poetry


Against the current,
Silver sunfish dart
Illicit tongues.

The Wind

A rumour whips the promenade corner,
Punches you, winds you,
folds you in two.


Scurrying hair, congealed
and pulled from the drain;

Through a window in Wales

The apparition of the moon at night
a fat white chocolate penny.

Sweet Tooth

Like taking candy from a baby, you said,
so I asked what you knew of that.
How many infants had you robbed,
how many lollypops had stained your teeth black?