The coal is in my hand, heavy greasy legacy, coal-fisted for new year’s first-footing. It’s calling me to draw a line, summon some...

memory landscape is tidal, sand riven by water islands of connection washed and reforming. I know there used to be a safe causeway.

when the lens shatters, we see the edge of our cell. when we take down the fence, the field also becomes the path.

Not mount Fuji, but this small volcano capping in dark geometry city schemes; steadying me across the rivers wake; linking beacons heart...

boxing day I sat over my ashen daughter waiting for norovirus to leave her. my 56 to her 18 to your 81, we spoke of women’s work in a...

carnival transgressions, aggressions an inner knife edge of carnival to carnage

no wonder we desire doorways beckoning us to step beyond they open all around us when we need them

It seems inconceivable that those blank neat linear pages have anything to do with me.   now is a dark sticky fist dug-in, glue-eared,...

A hundred years limb, wind-severed and hanging; Damocles on a diagonal over my path. Yet cradled, yet succoured by a tree not ready to be...

lion is locked in us, holding vulnerability in its teeth, fox takes the scraps for life

Woman kneel, kneel by your trunk in your kneeling lies your virtue in your trunk your body bartered   Pray, no I pray by sleight of hand,...

No matter how your mind dances, romancing the mountain or the twists of a damsel fly time is not yours to barter with

in the dark gateway attention called me to you beyond the words I have for senses. we are rusty beings.

8yrs awkward inside the brown duffle coat so abrasive it takes my skin off together a Tardis of stories alone  at the parameter fence

Once air driven, song to the heaven: as seed is circular, homing now for moss and water

2 shooting stars and a full moon. Loose something beyond your own shelter, parting yourself for travel, open to burning into another's...

in absence stasis in presence flow

to the glory of blue tights, how i would feel untouchable walking in excess of life

such rivers track your face the well of your ear fills with salty rage

little dragon i hold you to my ear the waves of the night sky lap in sound