The Valley of the Shadow of Deat… travels through the streets of my… bringing in with it the refugees, the sinners and saints of flotsam. It’s filled with meth heads and ju…

Your silhouette in the doorway is a light shining from within you to inside of me. Your arm raised in greeting is strength to my tired arms.

The flower in the whisky bottle beckons me, kindly as a guru, a Buddha, a pink fleshed lover. I open the door behind the whisky…

The last night train is a silver a… on the bridge, flickering in the l… of the city then disappearing into the suburbs, the countryside, rocking and rattling up the mounta…

When my imagination moves off it seems incredible, astounding, like a church that walks away, a holy place that plays hide-n-see… a blank canvas with a paint resist…

There was little blood, which came… After the initial acrimonious terr… by which the boats were stopped the men (with accompanying women and children) were dismembered,

I live in a tiny village in my head; a tiny village with high walls where I am alone and talk to myself.

Only the land remains when all is… as in the beginning so in the end. After his few ticks of time man wi… but in the end all that remains is… Those ancient ones who, having bee…

The day started breathing gently on the drapes you breathed on my naked shoulder

What road are we travelling? What road do we wish to be on? Is this the road to heaven, passing through the Valley of Dea… or the road to hell with the desti…

The wind blows North to South, then South to North, then any direction it cares for and we know not from where

I think I was seventeen when I fi… ran across you, a compact young ma… that adjudicated a debate I was in… The second time was in the church… readying to go away for the weeken…

Fay Zwicky wrote in her journal o… “I see the poet as a seismograph o… I had considered more arcane expre… over the years, such as the poet a… but I rather prefer to think of my…

If you would walk with me now, an… I would no longer be alone. If you would talk with me now, or… I would no longer be invisible. I am old and I am cold,