by nigel ellis haematograms nigel ellis (aka bruce dorlova) is a poet, songwriter and author, currently undertaking a B. Fine Arts with a major in Creative Writing at Queensland University of Technology. He has published in numerous print and online journals, and is perforce currently based in Brisbane Australia. (drawing of nigel ellis by Sade Maaret Webb) haematograms by nigel ellis
124 pages $16.95 5.5"x8.5" perfect bound, paper To purchase this book click HERE. (excerpts) if i wanted i could sing you clean and clear and sweet as meltwater. wrap you round my alphabet tongue i could ribbon the sound of you down my xylophone spine all snaked and laddered and lickety-split. i could speak you burst you berried on my palate whistle you through my teeth sharp and high. i could twist with my tongue a word rope for you to dance across with an umbrella in your hand and a short short skirt you could turn somersaults then jump i could catch you in my arms. there would be cheers. applause. there would be wolf whistles. this ancient song made new. your hands make birdshadows beat against a wall our pavilion its silks and streamers flutter in the chill breeze of after - noon await the still - pause - the space between the indrawn breath of day the slow sigh of night - a moment in time a moment away a moment .now. your hands make birdshadows beat against a wall. requiem 1 earth has tethered this flight - the sweet loamy smell of us the picked-clean bones of us this microbial disarrangement of senses. one perfect pinion sabred air to ribbons. one scalpel keelbone dissected air to breathing-gas. one fishhook toe snagged tides of cirrus. the scattered feathers move to breath which left the lungs and won't return the slow exhale: the cage of ribs unbarred, the door swung wide. the bones are cast upon the ground, the fortune gathered up. this headstone tooth has bit us off this tombstone door has shut us out the heavy sky let fall the parts that could not fly.