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UNTITLED Lincolns by the balcony, a Buick toppled in the sculpture garden, how many times do I have to tell you...

Solitude Traveling backwards from Bath to Dorchester through Freshford, Bradford-on-Avon, Trowbridge, Westbury,...

the false prophet held an empty frame up to the sky said that’s it said that’s everything and creeley...

Mothwoman Climbing the night vines Into the sky toward Luna, The perverse moon With her guardian man, I am a great moth, gr...

Dry Ink She finds her answers in the dry ink of other writers the blow of a disturbed morning the rearrangeme...

Roll The Bones I send signals to ships at sea I was confused about what you were saying But you’ve cleared that ...

Archimedes Palimpsest stars glitter beyond bath-showroom glass. archimedes, lost down a plughole in syracuse resurfaces i...

Untitled Rain comes Down in October, The cold brethern From the house Of July, The one who Chose undertaking- His fascin...

This amplitude Calder Freeway, past Melton, Victoria Mesmeric miles on bitumen the same steely grey as the sky....

This is a half done fjord/wood splitting accident blues Erik the Blood Eye can only squint into the sun of homecoming casting...

Your fierce face on the pillow—  brows spearing down towards wide bisected koala nose succulent lips  acute resilient chin....

Talking to Myself It’s in silence, understand, the inner voice of my inner voice with all its nuances, its wr...

Character Flaw Millie wants Willie to make up, go back to the way they were, be lovey-dovey, hunky-dory. Will...

Naked Root Ostensibly I was making my way deep down into the bowels of the marketplace looking for some books which I heard an indiffer...

Man in the Bath In this dark harbor, A tsunami reveals its strength, Quickly, Without mercy. Later, the partially submerge...

Conversations in high places From those rooftops Brussels glittered Before us like an open quarry   The cent...

The Self’s Portrait One portrait has no ears or hands. In one portrait the eyes have gone to wherever it is eyes go on autumn...

I Have a Drum I have a drum grammatically well tuned as per the universal norm of  sweetness, a keen longing to beat it danc...

Probity The sun slants, avuncular; warming that side of your rib cage, opening for a little while the path ...

In The Tropics A mystery and a revelation  An orange sunset burns my fingers Stars blazon the bruised night (words blazon lik...