when all that remains:
clouds;
the day-washed sky;
the royal sea,
...
evensong: blue
blue shadows climb the rounded slopes of the hills
...
there is a blackness on the other
side of the door
waiting
beyond the breadth and depth of words
...
the blue of twilight
like a soft unspoken hope:
the singed moon waiting
...
one
in the softness of candles
it is not your face that
...
fireflies moving like finely shattered starlight
against the sky-shaped gown of evening;
...
the cat on the ceiling is furry
but I think she ate all of my curry
so the fart I just heard
was one cat, not a herd
...
"... there is no truth
Saving in thine own heart."
...
in praise of slow chemistry: a love poem
last night a steel rain suddenly threw
itself at my garden in mocking
...