SMILING FATHER He seemed alive. But my father was alive assuredly when in Sasinkova Street mortuary they brought him from the freezer on a trolley to show to me and…
WORDS I complain of words like children, that they are disobedient. Â In the head they were to rights, agreed, with talents under arms, Â ideally ready, put…
REGRET World, you flatter me so, but what good is it, at the price of how many forcible heaves in silence from heart, pulse, consciousness, occupied with relating to…
WIND At the start cautious like someone sightless fumbling the home and searching for the door It bangs the window with its head Walls will wail window glass clink…
BEING AND FIRE To live life the way the birds do, fumble the cornfields with fire. (Rose, with roots in the under water sound the bell.) Â To whisper oneself to…
