change walks with you in the lee of any approach the shadow of things ending and beginning.

now the body remembers how thin wishing is compared to being.

I depart the propriety of my face and scream. perhaps its was there all along, left over from birth and now inevitably erupting, when the...

not watching for but waiting, four years since your stark white flanks cut the field Not stag but ghost, not ghost but omen, the flat...

no longer does further lead longing. still days come, and pain may wait in-bound, yet remaining, in revolution with the world on its...

The miracle is the appearance of the last beech leaves,  wrens skit and tumble indecipherable, brown turning life in the dim light I am...

the wind dampens my back the rain is sea spray and seal cry still borne in land, frozen I take from the gorse spines and sustenance

the paths are strewn with your red weeping the storms brush out your hair it tangles and matts the forest floor so we cannot fall through...

I test the papery cowl, take it between my lips to taste how far away life is. February haunts with waiting, I hold the thinning gap and...

music fingers everything with tender intelligence

Turning over. Please do not let me lose the miracle of revelation.

earth, water, plants; they don't blink in and out, dither or forget themselves. i shut my eyes and lie down in homage.

Swelling from the day seed potential yet to be mouthed I imagine tasting tongue tip to cold bud of water, each a song-note that casts its...

you don’t have to show me your bones, let me rise and dress and walk out into the morning.

yes, somewhere shelters a golden afternoon. Here, rest easy.

I no longer cut so deeply or raise suffering skyward need slips through porous skin, gravities care sifts it back to soil .

like ash, blown by the kiss of fire and cupping the dew of dawn.

I set out to lead you astray, fate, the allotted intersection of life and death, here and now. Even if there is no choice, there is a...

How is it for me to approach your limits? cross your threshold? in silence no invitation or refusal. is passage possible in faith? is...

three beads of hard wood one for each daughter lying down in defiance at the old rules.