sewing the bright spaces

Reuben Woolley

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

Reuben Woolley

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

“these liquid hills”—
Amalfi Coast Overlay
Michael Dickel
Digital landscape from photos
©2017

a fully moon after all these years

Reuben Woolley

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

“this hat wearing a man”
Michael Dickel
Digital landscape from photos
©2017

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.

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