Why do we indict     the last straw? Surely the first     should share the blame. Splinter or crowbar,     that first wound, first blood, first warning of all     that was to come; the one forgotten,     forgiven, ignored, denied. That one     and all those that came between.     The last snowflake on the collapsing roof     did not… Continue reading

     Goodbye   I say goodbye, and goodbye again.         The wind chimes sing, naked branches dance. I smell snow         in the air, and you so cold, so distant, falling now through frigid         sky like amnesia, goodbye to all that, to weather and precise         locations, they all tumble together, tundra and meadow,         mountain and lush… Continue reading

             Dream Home   Each night is the same as the last. You wander, searching for a place to be. You are moving house, or you have just moved or plan to move.   Tiny apartments, vast decaying mansions, high-rises with elevators that won’t start or stop or take you where you want to… Continue reading

     cold morning sky  these old bones      tulips in snow           Continue reading