July 2016
Regardless of what you’ve been told,
I moved in because I didn’t want
to hear the ocean anymore,
the slosh of ...
March 2020
I detail the verbal exchanges with the affronted voyager on distant terraces, each equivalent in the space of the citation. Attempt in the morning: the magnolia garden inspecting its blue lack. Through the telescope, beautiful women make jewellery and dissolve in water.
April 2015
So it’s a dreary December, the sun a low ember
behind ashen snowfall, when you see him bicycle by.
You know this guy! His paintbrush, you’ve seen it fly
as watery blues and greys create a feisty pigeon
perched atop a tarnished angel’s head.
