visiting
I am a guest in this house
poetry
Nothing
I heard nothing,
Calls
Still hanging on our thin voices
Constellations
The waves stream in from the west, wood falls
When the Gods Were Young
When the gods were young
Knife Thrower's Fulfilment
Knives hiss like snakes that jump
A Lament
Jack came home with another woman,
#6 (from Accidents
The towers shiver against the wind.
The Starling's Manuscript
The wander of starlings
The Bell
The first word
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