Open-ended
glosses in
the feel
Filter by: or .
In
mummified
parade
Rainstorm
over the sea
Tensions,
just so
Her scent,
lingering
and wilful
Might grow
once more
Let
the
fat
Eating
ice
cream
All I can
think
is how
A genuine
gut feeling,
is it not?
The other,
sooted
dawn
The
grief
The
world
beyond
Is this
reason
enough
One
by
one
Vertebrae,
sapwood
and calm
Maybe
that’s
why
Than
memory
in flight
These
sediments
Survival
Hold
our
faces
How hard
it is
to love
Like
the
heart,
Until our
breath
returns,
As pleats
of time
cement us
Before the
real hunger
sets in
Or everything
surfacing
at once
My eyes
were
already
Astonishing
They
are
gone
That
something
magnificent
Habits
of
childhood
On the
dark limb
In defiant,
mid-winter
wake
From the
Earth’s thick
and plentiful
Had I
not felt
the water
These years of
life-limiting
recovery
Where do
failures
of the heart
And regenerate
that beating,
molten core