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Viśvakarmān Who was there when Viśvakarmān whittled out the landscape, laid out the earth and took the one tree and carved the rounded sky from it? Who watched him sweating and sawing as he hewed words and rituals and molded time, thought, sacrifice? Covered in mouths, eyes, feet and arms, father to the sun, thatContinue reading “Viśvakarmān – a poem by Tim Miller”

Jacob The night I fled my father and brother I came to a certain place at sundown. I used a stone for my pillow and shelter and while I slept the curtain of the sky was lifted and I saw steps climbing up to heaven and a face carved out of fire fashioning a Temple.Continue reading “Jacob – a poem by Tim Miller”

Mr Cassian’s 51st Dream I watch from the woods as he disperses not seeds but metals and stone and some coins, scattering them far over the spring earth from the satchel slung over his shoulder. And I stay to watch spring come and I see bodies there, growing up out of the ground, nourished byContinue reading “Mr Cassian’s 51st Dream – a poem by Tim Miller”

Mr Cassian’s 54th Dream The sun is the sum of blackness and glass when it sets to plough its face through the earth down beyond the water and towards the core. The sun is the sum of orange and of red when it rises up from underground polished and burnished by the ocean’s hiss. ThereContinue reading “Mr Cassian’s 54th Dream – a poem by Tim Miller”

Bone Antler Stone by Tim Miller: High Window Press, 80pp ISBN 9780244009595 The scope of this collection is extraordinary, and the depth of research admirable. But Tim Miller’s poetry wears its learning well enough to draw in a non specialist reader. Prehistory is a gift to the poet in that it can offer the mysterious,Continue reading “Review: Bone Antler Stone by Tim Miller”

RISKING THE SACRED Many years ago now, while living in California, I was sitting in a mostly-empty university library, surprised to find a literary manifesto in a fairly prominent US magazine. Seeing almost immediately that it was just a lot of posturing and attitude, I gave up. Turning, I saw that behind me on aContinue reading “Risking the Sacred – an essay by Tim Miller”

Two Gods I. Esus with an Axe As if he were winter itself Esus goes at the willow tree, goes to prune it back for a time, promising a spring without blades. And as if they were winter itself, the egrets in the willow tree consider how the cold must come, consider where all soulsContinue reading “Two Gods – poems by Tim Miller”

Sanctuaries At some point the landscape was not enough, or it was so necessary that we were prompted to respond with our own hands: boundary of stream and pool, frame of mountain and forest, horizon of lake and plain. And so, in a place to see it all best, dig a ditch to enclose andContinue reading “Sanctuaries – a poem by Tim Miller”