in the stonecutters cottage
listening in the silence
after the rain, sheltered
under the eaves
and the deeper
silence still when
the dripping stops.
all is naked ,
bone locked
warm alive ,
and secure.

there is a train
in the distance
heard not seen
sound travelling
travelling light.
she … Read the rest

Deep in the forest of dark grey green, on a small island
in the middle of a steeled lake, a man and a woman who hardly
know each other, are taking shelter in an abandoned stone hut.
They have been making love, and have been in love for longer
than … Read the rest

from the edge of the lake
half submerged
in the dreaming blue shade,
a beam of wood
etched by the bright light
of the mulatto air draws
and ripples the water
into a hesitant space
that gently acknowledges
all that has gone before
of the ghosts
and wishing wells that … Read the rest

a yellow wind into the green sail of the morning
flashes a crimson wing as the angel opens her eyes,
and you can see that you can see,
this rainbow shining cloud, sun becoming day
in her smiling invocation of the interior plane,
moving from limitless blue to turquoise
heralds … Read the rest

Many are the crippled shadows that have passed this way across the
stone square, paved with weeping and the flowers that an old lady dressed entirely in soft black light will sell to you. She sits behind the diamond pillar of day and night and occasionally tilts her head back … Read the rest

2 figurines,1 vase of flowers,1 wall plate
1 fan light,1 chess board.
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on the mantle peacefully don Quixote
does his balancing act
very wooden, very fragile, very sad still
looking for that wandering plain,
resolute in his silence, redeemed in his madness,
tilting to one side, he spins his … Read the rest

There is a demon crouching at the bottom of the cupboard. He cannot
speak.He has never been able to speak. He was struck dumb in the night
of his birth.He is surrounded by a field of dark silence that absorbs all sound
on contact. His skin is the colour of … Read the rest

above us, the sun,
a lasered sky blue
hardened disc,
throwing down
heat onto the
painted desert stones,
and when refracted
by the mirror of thin air
it picks up
and hazily pulls in
this southwestern
ark of light
narrowly floating upon
this newly serrated air
held ironically above
the … Read the rest

house of rain
drumming skin,
moth quickens ,
beating against
the pain of glass.

She is here, not here.
a heartbeat skip
sees the grasshopper hero
in the meadow green,
Dresden sheen,
water dance
in the porcelain,
contained light
moving in simpatico flow
that unravels
a pulse in the fingers,… Read the rest

hide bound
in the fragile sphere
of your turning inner
to outer garments
of speech,
addressing willow strengths,
waiting out the storm
in the doorway
of the inside out lock
of walking on water
as the children
push out the boat
from your farther
most shore, to bring,
on warm … Read the rest