Tag Archives: Keith Nunes

he’s running wildly among the weeding grasses of the frontal lobe, one minute perched on the Jericho wall then tumbling in a roll to the pins of bowling ball alleys lining the middle of classes, this heavily forested man with his singular language is dragging lone-wolf sorrows in a birthing sack, he howls over his […]

shaky footfalls, crisp new face asking me to wipe a mouth that’s been talking nonsense all night, golden syrup drip, dripping up the tie through the right eye spoiling the left-over tongue toppled into a room full of echoing bones, wailing in the ceiling, islands waving with flippers stolen from cut-gut movie pirates you grab […]

One Pot After Another always the flower pots on the veranda, the whiter than white sheets and the order of business in the dining room, you poke around in the bedroom but after some years you don’t care who you’re pleasing because the face under you belongs to your dead sister, no-one explains that you’re […]

Holding the Ball no one has died around me today, I’m lucky, in this corner of a V-shaped valley aside a mountain death comes by accident or lost cause, rarely by intent, we are moving in the kitchen as though no-one is dying anywhere, she is baking a cake and I’m playing absentmindedly with the […]