Snow packs the roadsides, sends du… onto the pavement, moves through vision like a wave or sand… The bus charges this winter, a whale or blunt gray

In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…

You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost

Evening comes on and the hills thi… red and yellow bleaching out of th… The chill pines grow their shadows… Below them the water stills itself… a sunset shivering in it.

There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain

I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;

It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;

This is the plum season, the night… blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peach… with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples

The puppet of the wolf I have not made yet encloses my right hand: fur stubbles my wrists, a tongue, avid, carnivorous,

In winter the beach is empty but south, so there is no snow. Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Two kinds of people walk here:

The world is full of women who’d tell me I should be ashamed… if they had the chance. Quit danci… Get some self-respect and a day job.

She reclines, more or less, Try that posture, it’s hardly lang… Her right arm sharp angles. With her left she conceals her amb… Shoes but not stockings,

you fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ro… house, half-acre, square mile, isl… knowing at last how you got there,

My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,