Glamis. An inheritance
of sadness unearths her eyes,
a burden of hurt generations of women
she carries well.
...
Earth to earth fruit
in the grave-grass, my
Siren to gather.
...
People walked away,
sometimes ran away, but the white goose
shadowed him, and hissed off
drunken poets enraged by Plato's Republic.
...
The Jewish single Mom in Arizona
told Joan, her daughter,
to watch for javelinas
(the piggy things with teeth)
...
My confidante is dying,
my memory of ten years:
she has only a week to live
and her software is obsolete
...
Tangles of verdure
under Scandinavian
teal-blue chill of sky:
virginal, viridian,
...
My lowest ebb, that winter:
Breathing, tasting minus centigrade
I studied the sky's silent score.
I scoured the barren quarter
...
On Thameslink home from Brighton
where I'd spent the day waiting
for the roar of grey to turn to gold
and silence, like an alchemist,
...
'Thrown away'. I sense
one degree of your kindness
encompassing all
...
Once, just once, I heard it;
That warm night in April
When it landed, on migration
In oak woods across the fields
...