House: unlit
Describe the secne, you said. The house was dark
poetry
House: of fury
And lick the sutures clean between our ghosts.
House: of prayer
Unconscious starless refuge. Poetry
bullrush
a black flat field white faces
Reading Anglo-Saxon When Spring Comes Early
Aquiver after the downward plunge, firelit silver -
View from the Bluff
This view's too big to see. Far below,
Night occurs dimmer each time...
Night occurs dimmer each time with the pieces of light smaller and squarer.
the mudfish
they emerge frontwards
Connectivity
There is a connectivity, a semblance of piping song and the rural whole
The Podium
There is a need for this in winter.
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