The Heart
Many good angels helped me on my journey.
poetry
Poem Without Beginning or End
because I can't see what's right before my
Pellucid
Summer: drinking lager the colour of light
Preparing for Descent
All day I fly east,
North
Black rock and ever white birches
Atlantis
High desert.
Gift of a Day
When do they touch?
Walk on a Slobbish Afternoon
Down the factory road we scuff, more broken machines. Memories
Fish Plant Sestina
Jackson is a hub. Radially, from his mind a line
Quench and Spark - Husband, Son
In the orchard, with the tractor shut
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