The American Night Listens
His longing, strung on the American night, knew its own slavage.
poetry
Forms of Rain (contest honourable mention)
Sadness, I read in a book on ontology,
Packing his things and one of you is crazy
It is your job, you say, to keep telling the stories
Pish
Pish, pish, pish and the bird comes.
Walking On
Always a joke:
Roofing Estimates
The roofers have come at last.
The Vandal Confesses (contest winner)
Our hammers. Our sticks. This furtive
The Little Street
That woman will sit in her doorway mending, and another will bend.
Lawn Wedding
A woman walks across the lawn with a tray full of drinks,
Which Comes First
When, from clouds, a neck emerges.
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