12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice


I could feel October coming

toward me like a train

like a brindled hound

I feel October’s tiredness

settling like crows in my bones

October comes around to hurt

my best friend died one October, long ago

a child, she was, and for love she died

that kind that hangs

on like a terrier and becomes unlove

and then highway lines and glass and goodbye to all that came before

more recently, October

hung, drew and quartered me.


makes me want to run,

to disappear

into an amber forest with the deer

slip into a foreign river and hide with the slow, upstream-gasping trout

October, and I want to kick loose the four walls around a feathered heart

to blow out the roof of the soul on fire

and fly away

from details and details and details

from the too-blunt shaver and the strangled ideals

and the blame

and the loss

and the judgement

and the shedding of people and place

and the four hours of brown tiles of a bathroom floor

4 comments on “October

  1. kimcannon16000days
    October 4, 2020

    ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Coraggio! 😘😘😘😘

    Sent from my iPhone


    • AliEvinam
      October 6, 2020


  2. Angela Highstead
    October 6, 2020

    Dear Ali,

    I don’t do Twitter or any of those other forms of more modern communication..just email.

    It was good to hear from you again through your heartfelt poetry. Our paths crossed ever so briefly in 2012 but for me, memories I fall into from time to time.

    Our premier has locked our West ‘Oz’ borders no in or out unless you are prepared to pay for your own quarantine.

    Lots of love and these days an ‘air hug.’ Angela xxx

    Sent from my iPad


    • AliEvinam
      October 6, 2020

      Lovely to hear from you, Ang, and thank you for still following and reading ❤️

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