cloud stained mirrors
grey sky day
something too lost
wordless whispers
skipping across afternoon river
waves
i
crave sanity
doors
all the doors filling
all the walls
dreams or memories
signs scattered irrational
just windows of silver glass
catching the echoes
the silence
deeper by day
a feather across my lips
covered by night
broken sand castles
cascading through my
dry fingers
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
who knows where
rice paper tears
fall upon
ink stained screams
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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