Poem: It isn’t even the past
It isn’t even the pastII watch my little boyplaying happily in the light,my wife beside him,kicking back the footballwith a […]
It isn’t even the pastII watch my little boyplaying happily in the light,my wife beside him,kicking back the footballwith a […]
SoilI list my secrets and blood weeps from the words.Red Hand.The North’s hatreds scattered usand we wandered lost and died […]
Blinking Out / Bouncing Back (for my secrets)How to be Stoicwhen all this loveis pouring out of me?Here writing blindlyI […]
Against Dying (Chun Jie in Oranswell)I step out silent at six aminto the sacred rapture of cataclysmic dawnthe insane revelry […]
BreachAmong other worlds I am broken open,exposed to the cleansing racket of birds,there a fox like a gift on the […]
A robin and a black catI am waiting out in the rain again,pocket stuffed with speckled paper.In the house my […]