First regatta
In soft lamp on my polyester pillow O wind blows… blood flows… Washed laundry waits Pensive and crumpled… Wanted texts halt my pen in surprise Ye charisma sings from the phone in my grasp Stirring a pulse within my ribs, The start of a sonnet… O thou lively gladiator, eros
O glossy black keyboard and turquoise bottle Black wireless mouse with a dark blue stripe My long-wired headset, notebook, Muji pen How all these things combine to give my desk its zen. Chomping carrots, floating thoughts I type my poems — wait, key messages... Life is cordial at the office:
Got up at six to go to Foxton Where we smelled a dead cow and blistered our hands. The double’s sun-strike, ice-cap, coral-blue beckoned Foxton's mud-brown current threatened. It was going to be a first time sculling together. The question was: Were we