the snug symmetry of your name, letters neat as roof beams, i can hear your siblings calling "han', han' you can come out now", and you...

caught in the light, a chimera in the camera eye, stolen from your dark experimental path.

how we have built our capital, such seamless capacity to serve our selves. and if we take out the cannula?

naked green unfolds its promise, the promise spiked with darker spires, in us canker pocks the most perfect lawn. .

did you see? did you hear? did you speak?

lead slumps within you. horizon warns of fatalities. approach however refuses flatness.

we spill, gravity pulls, the river splits and re-joins.

tarry for all, chance for second chances, is in the turning and joining of hands.

in insignia code your deepest longing.

find me at the end, resting knees to chest, younger selves within the lock of my arms, turning slowly back to dust.

the bird was wounded three women paused uncertain of their role in this wounding. to cross over towards its dying, to move it, to tend...

my tongue searches for the sweetness in the hollow of the tall grass, stem from the ache in bones long laid.

water into love and love rises, no love and the water fails.

we split and sift, power following pride, the metre of the iron rod shines then corrupts the balance of a softer cycle of exchange.

notice your gift, your lens for lack, missing the treasure at your feet.

i watch words trail out like regurgitated krill, a message held in salt. i don't know anymore what the instructions were.

let there remain enough laughter to carry me out let the words keep rising in search of friends

staring at three letters linear meaning briefly hinged by a centre until the logic fails.

throb, its that call, systole and diastole, of 'oh my god', and 'its ok'.

on a morning of dull steps, the light stroked. lift your eyes from the silt, see how i fill and flow, take good heed, as all things have...