doors open
wetness before rain
birds up in the dim shelter
little suns hanging
on the bough Continue reading
Tag: prose poem
st alban’s in the night
we went out drinking
tired of the library
shelves and dust
a constant sacrifice of silence
the wanting
The Recalcitrance of the Philistine Child
it’s quite hard to put everything together:
the land is vast, wide
and full of images Continue reading
