sewing the bright spaces
stitching up the holes like black windows where the light leaks out see the craters the fat drops of rain in dry dust spaces looking for me to hollow out this white skull tat tat tat
"spaces looking for me" Michael Dickel Digital landscape from photos ©2017
these liquid hills
drowning in my solid earth & how these mountains grow listen to grave rumour they talk to me now & in my dying deep in all their roots pull me down / they're waiting patient like stones always do
a fully moon after all these years
holding myself / still / i am dust floating in torch light.i am tree cutting a sky & rain falls newly just ask for no answer & here’s a lost song.unplay me now i never listen this hat wearing a man.oh my dear i want a new line / bold & brightly hiding like the wolf behind a dark hedge
Reuben Woolley has been published in various magazines including Tears in the Fence, The Lighthouse Literary Journal, The Interpreter’s House, Domestic Cherry, The Stare’s Nest and Ink Sweat and Tears. His collection, the king is dead was published in 2014 with Oneiros Books and a chapbook, dying notes, in 2015 with Erbacce Press. Runner-up: Overton Poetry Pamphlet competition and the Erbacce Prize in 2015. A new collection on the refugee crisis, skins, was published by Hesterglock Press, 2016. He pretends to be busy editing the online magazines: I am not a silent poet and The Curly Mind.