I’m playing my song to the long stems that dance at my window; the flowers that bend like light on the depths of my loneliness. I have lain on the cool stone of midnight and risen to greet the light of morning. I have slumpt by the window to long again for the evening,…
Month: January 2016
IsIsIsn’tIsolated
FunDeadBiBigBusyness 1 There is a pandering, a love to lose yourself; a meandering in wistfulness and dream; a waiting, a weight, like thinking of the moon, in its perfect place. La Luna scale gradient exactly sized to fit between the sun. There are connections to be made, and things too small to know, and beings…
homecoming
homecoming dedicato a Marco, poeta e traddutore I. there was nothing else than the walk from the shore to the house all as it had been for all time past yet voices shouting* bold with the drink from your own cellar and you sank the arrow into their fat revelry even before you had kicked…
South Rain
Gentle is the day’s rain Sliding in from the south It is a mist, a cold lace curtain And it clings to face And emotion It makes you look Deeper, to wonder If this might be The season’s forecast
waters
waters i love to watch full-tide in the rain water on water grey on green-grey lifting your eyes more water cockle bay, howick 18 october 2014