Showing posts with label John Hawkhead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Hawkhead. Show all posts

Monday, April 20, 2026

John Hawkhead

bottomless well 
a stone sinks slowly
into the earth

— John Hawkhead



bloodwork
all the early clues
ignored

— John Hawkhead

Monday, March 23, 2026

John Hawkhead

yellow clouds 
     swirls grow darker
  in the catheter

— John Hawkhead



quiet prayers
a room full of shadows
that look like wings

— John Hawkhead

Tuesday, March 3, 2026

John Hawkhead

lifting a hagstone
from the breakwater
a locked-in scream

— John Hawkhead



a trail of blood
through virgin snow
stains that never fade

— John Hawkhead

Tuesday, February 3, 2026

John Hawkhead

urban decay
a crack in the light
where the ice got in

— John Hawkhead



fog bound stones
crows uncreak dirges
to the dying light

— John Hawkhead

Friday, November 7, 2025

John Hawkhead

entering darkness
a candle gutters wildly
in the skull’s sockets

— John Hawkhead

Thursday, October 30, 2025

John Hawkhead

darkness spreading under the hanging tree

— John Hawkhead



predator reflections in a shark tank

— John Hawkhead

Thursday, October 23, 2025

Sunday, October 19, 2025

John Hawkhead

gothic revival taking a breath at his open casket 

— John Hawkhead



my windfall where worms lie in wait

— John Hawkhead

Saturday, October 18, 2025

John Hawkhead

coming home 
from the hospice
a bag of silence

— John Hawkhead



winter burial
we all feel
the cold

— John Hawkhead

Friday, October 17, 2025

John Hawkhead

lost wax process
the inner light before
the mortuary

— John Hawkhead



buckets and spades
small figures dig
for bodies

— John Hawkhead

Monday, September 29, 2025

John Hawkhead

early death
the widow
lifts the veil

— John Hawkhead



another slow night
deciding what I should wear
to my funeral

— John Hawkhead

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

John Hawkhead

comedian’s wake 
the casket lid closes
to canned laughter

— John Hawkhead

Saturday, September 13, 2025

John Hawkhead

spiralling snowflakes
that never quite settle
a small white coffin

— John Hawkhead

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

John Hawkhead

many shades of dark 
a song of desolation
fills the crow’s fable

— John Hawkhead



dead on time
he let the grass grow
over his feet

— John Hawkhead

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

Monday, August 4, 2025

John Hawkhead

filling the basket
with cut flowers
a wicker coffin

— John Hawkhead



soft flurries
our old cat releases
her final purr

— John Hawkhead

Thursday, July 3, 2025

John Hawkhead

corrupted flesh
sentence long since passed
by tombstone crows

— John Hawkhead



widdershins dare
I find my friends
in the graveyard

— John Hawkhead

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

John Hawkhead

night terrors
finding the cold remains
of a snapped key

— John Hawkhead



last star the dead of night

— John Hawkhead

Monday, January 13, 2025

John Hawkhead

dead growth
reaching through
the mortsafe

— John Hawkhead



valley whistle
the train turns darkness
into screams

— John Hawkhead