Traveller's Joy
He used to date me once a week,
Geoffrey Holloway
Dark Certainty
Blind fingers realise a skin
Flesh as Grass
I wath them from the sheepwell at the hilltop, -
Son
An old woman lumped on a commode,
Therapeutic Abortion
So, in the starched light,
Age, Poverty
Old newspapers thinly spread
Dead Boy
She could forgive the wind
Release
Impersonal (and blessedly,
Episode before the End
White-haried, he slept by day --
Eyes
A million maiden candles burn
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