Lover of clear edges you cannot know your feelings Feelings are always where edges blur You sit down by the window and look up at the moon’s lid You cannot concentrate The lungs are full of fust, so You walk for hours down the quiet streets, meeting winter’s air Watching darkness thin and colours are […]

when the weather is warm i like wearing my light cotton dress                      and nothing else it has small yellow flowers and ends in the middle of the thigh strolling along the air plays softly between my legs and traces out the undercarriage of the breasts […]

Silent heart           Silent breath            Silent bones Silent scalp on silent skull            Inside the skull Walking thoughts            Thoughts that think The most silent of all thought            Conflicts resolved Everything sitting around in […]

There is a stillness nothing can touch I have a body inside my body Something not even my mother knows about Or, if she does, she never once Spoke with it Preferring perhaps the bland outside Die now, silent me No one cares to know your voice My dad, he is dead so long I […]

A face in the dark window: Small, thin, attenuated — Is it mine It is like trying to remember Somebody I had known Who went away I would build up the features Just like this: nose, mouth, and If one concentrated enough, the brow The eyes always escaped me But what changed them Who outside […]

I open my drawer and take out your letters, Unseen by strangers, not gathering dust, Always present when the drawer opened. I read through them slowly, Page after page   Peace settles soft about me, like A little death

If to think is to be unfeeling Stop reading me If to be far-sighted is to be boring Insensitive            Impervious to suffering Move on now from here If I am vulnerable to mistaking A collection of pricks for pain Ignore me If being faithful to groundedness frustrates you Flee with […]