Who unpacks
into hotel drawers?

I leave

a deep moat
of air

between me and others.

She left her robe
on the back of the door.

I know it was on purpose.

Straight fantasy.

Dream sequence.

Perfect buns
pinned with ease by touches
that tousle instead of tangle.

Curtains of hair cut under bowls
with ends flipped out or under, parted in the middle
and combed when dry.

Bangs trimmed straight across
wispy or windswept
fresh from a walk along the cobble beach.


I have the kind of hair that traps the sun.

A halo of frizz that laps up fog and rain,
a spider web catching the morning dew.

My eccentric monument

of strong-armed strands
dark, kinky and coarse
with matching eyebrows and armpits
more stubborn than smooth centerfolds.

Medusa’s curse
wild and unwilling, a chaos of coils
with a habit of clinging to
the night before.

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A week of prairie weather

Downdraft. Gusts of omen / funnel down and flatten / fields, biting at roofs / flipping shingles.

Anvil. The storm spreads, pushes / at the top of the world / fuelled by frigid air funnelled up the centre.

Pellets score across dimpled roofs / and metal jamming troughs / leaving runoff to spit and gurgle over the edge.

Cumulonimbus. Squall shears fields / silos ripe with grain / buckshot spray of ice on tin.

Funnel. Wind warning winding the wagging / tail sweeping back and forth / a horse whip churning the late afternoon.

Thick summer rain rolls over / afternoon’s back flashes steam / surface hot with sticky tar.

Skull split pressure drop draws / skies open cloud bottoms bubble up / sagging quilted mammatus pillows.

© SF Jones, 2016

A compilation of one week of micropoetry Tweets.

Red-breasted Nuthatch

Curious, cautious, camouflaged
in flocks of friendly chickadees,
an acrobatic flash of rusty ballast
beneath his plump grey form.
Bursts of movement, punctuated
spongy murmurs nasal and tin
scaling up and down scabby bark
mining furrows for hidden prey.
Black mask, white stripe
above a beak of long-grain rice
probing, gripping, creeping
upside down inverted dance
across stands of spruce and fir.
Wedging, cracking seeds and cache
warmly wrapping a wreath of sap
around its coniferous threshold.

© SF Jones, 2016