Note all text copyright Alex Oliver and can be found in full in the booklet
One Dark Summer
When summer darkens
into owlight day and shadowsulk,
the gnomon stone on Hermit Hill
creeps unseen, by hours marked
in the brittle breath of dust and detritus
where children finger amphorae,
slipsherd, and fragmented fingers
One found a stone
that marks a door to go
where you need to be
and sometimes
your destination changes…
Dragon Songs
These dream-flown articulate metal fish
burst onto the brim of life,
their rainbows winking to darkness
before my inner child could chase them down
Hadrian’s Wall
A sample from 'Other Tales':
A bone of contention,
it garottes a mound of corpses
who pipe the air with ghostly pride
Smitten with the colours of rebellion,
it calls the living to haunt the dead