Reuben Woolley – four poems

hieronymus bosch in the anthropocene

not sure of
when i am now
& how to return

…………i’ll slice
down
a mountain
looking for paths
…………a way
to build
on shadows
a confusion of days
……………………stu
……………………tte
……………………ring
a lack of /
failure of
earthen delight

i’m digging
in my garden of horrors
looking for home


45 in the shade & rising

when
………..time
is fever.hear them

…………….howling
through the clay

…………….are pale
in currents.see
the land…………flow

………………..wave
breaks dark
& even the graves

are hiding.sing me
an open
gate
in all this ash.i’m given
today
……..no bread
……..& no green pasture.listen
………………..to them talk

can’t leave what they never had.& i
……………haven’t forgotten
………………..enough

……………………..not yet

it’s a strange day we live in
& this
……..is my soft voice

……………..oh yes


pavement cracks & brown bears

when the bus
…….stops

…………elsewhere

is a foreign land.i know
the different rules so
intimately

…………there’s time
for connecting……….spaces
& empty
…….see me
………….reading
………….white
on white & all the places in
…………………..between
where holes
are simply

………….deeper


organic leasehold

this body
is not my own.it reached
a cell agreement & holds
………..the bones
in shape

………i will not flow
easy
in blood a scattered abstract
on canvas & frame
a moment a particular
………..figured
for distraction

caught
a personal time.it’s fixed
like moths & pinned
for recognition.who sees
a story
………..a skin agenda
for silent
………..elegies.the dead
& the dying

are waiting &
this body
was just coincidence


Reuben has been published in various print and online magazines among which are Tears in the Fence, The Lighthouse Literary Journal, The Interpreter’s House, Domestic Cherry, Ink Sweat & Tears and The Goose. He has had three books published: the king is dead (Oneiros Books, 2014), dying notes (Erbacce Press, 2015), and skins (Hesterglock Press, 2016). Runner-up in the Erbacce Poetry Prize, 2015 and The Overton Poetry Pamphlet Prize, 2015. He pretends to be busy editing two online magazines, I am not a silent poet, and The Curly Mind.

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