October 2017

burning bridges 
with a flare of words
in fits of ineffability

spring deluge
all paths from here
all the same

darkness loved
with the otherness
of dreams

tragic flaw —
a yawning gap between
swan and goat songs

"it isn't what it is"
a child sounding out
trump-speak

dawn beach-scape
chill slashes of light
draw me in

valley spring
i listen for the folds
of the hills

restless dreams
the pasodoble
of neutron stars

thinking on nothing
my eyes also do not see
that which is unseen

my shadow sinks
under the weight
of my presence

all over the stain of words

in night visions
a beginning and an end
alphabetised

sourceless wind
fire licks open
a pine cone

noonday demon
a purr pads across
my chest

a wind chime
softens
the stacatto

dead-born child
all time and space
is a morepork

morning mist
words lost where the mind
can’t be found

moon glimpses —
death seems not so far
out of reach

dead silence
can the sea know
it consoles me?

spring forecast
i reverse engineer
my ancestry

god forsaken
in a gadda da vida
garden tears

no spring chicken in blossom

optical allusion
in the wink
of an eye

emptier even more night shadow

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