Superstudios Writings
Books
Published poetry
In Parenthesis | 2017
The sound of leaves, or is it rainfall? Sometimes you hear her.
Earth | 2017
Today the wind has stopped. The sky begins to peel away the primer. Clear air turbulence shudders my thoughts into holding patterns, makes a sound like sunlight in water I want to remember, but I can’t because the swimmers were lying on the grass, the grass was the water, the swimming pool was there, the swimmers, their glistening bodies I saw them lying on the grass combing through their silk wet hair, and the grass and the trees and the sky were there in the music of their summer faces, sunlight through flower, my breath
Still Life Without Object | 2018
Cold Spark | 2018
Eye with red optic nerve short circuited in flame fire, bleeds pale grey, rejecting watercolour. Eye released from eye socket, transplanted from donor. Red dot, blue square, anatomy of a Sun God.
By the Sea | 2014
Positively Fateful + Vertigo | 2015
Through the window nothing moves. The night is infected with dead stars, from a dead world, in dead shade, held hostage in the blackness of black light. The night quickens
Unloved | 2014
Night Ascent | 2017
A sudden reaching on the edge
of outsideness.
Prayer. Prayer. Prayer.
A voice caught in the dark.
Heel hard in.
Moves hills towards me.
Wet and bloody.
Eyelet of a star’s searing flame.
Matterhorn + Luge | 2017
Frayed hands grip
jarred rock. Nail after nail,fingers numb, dead to the world as broken glass.
The north wind, slate-black and hollow.
Night clouds stiffen into walls, every lip,
crack and foothold frozen.Ice-worn faces streaked in blackness.
Sandcastles and Walls | 2018
Whatever it is / I can't draw it / capture the blue emerge
from the black / the staring eye of a life that died and is alive again
Yes is a word trapped by brightness / and once again I break
Polyphony + Night Ascent | 2018
Through a clearing
the heath avalanches.
Thickening leaves
bleed the deepest green,
in and out of nowhere
tall grass sways, grows
heavy.
God | 2012
The squirrel leaps across the tarmac road like a silk-ribboned gymnast, turning into its alterego mid-flight.
Love Remembered | 2018
High clouds ever more distant.
The low horizon glares with promises
it cannot keep.A wave collapses into itself and
another follows, memories torn off,
again and again in the dying sea.
Grief hangs in the air, kisses flesh
it craves.
No Place Nowhere | 2014
Dying man crawls over me
struggling for breath.
Thistle crevices parched as
lime tide, salt lake chronic.
Open mouth, breaking.
Ripple of light, beyond body.
