The Lilacs (contest honourable mention)
This is not tenderness: the lilacs hanging in the rain,
poetry
Portobello (contest honouable mention)
Walking the railroad-right-of-way
Four Poems for Virginia Woolf
Too much forehead. In photographs
Syrinx
once, a
After Horace
. . . Some revel in that spoke-spun cloud
Celestial Navigators
Night falls. Migrant whitethroats ping upward
Glimpse
Sight sits like a bird
Two for the Winds
The forest was still, like a lake where no reed wavers.
The Pit of Farewells
All month two brothers, fellow citizens
Tanker wake
Having run out of things to talk about,
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