The four horsemen ride out of my radio. Stepping into the darkness they walk with me, slowing. Together we stop to admire the crown of...

daily I pulse, a force shatters out a force pulls back.

the street has a tide, the current flows, some don't see the cracks in the pavement, others walk only along them.

you are waiting for me to sing with you. my mind is looking for the words my body is looking for the tune have patience.

Some things don’t get thrown away you are layered into this room, your practicing disguises, flirtations with self, a grappling with...

All migrants are welcome. with the tide or against the tide.

I grow with the greening of moss, the last window i need to watch planting my body and the seeds of my teeth feeling the day slip into...

the ochre tree steps back into its winter self. It meets me anew asking am I not the same? I halt to search for my former selves, Trying...

luckily there are different worlds available.

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,...