Despite the
needs of
feeling?
Filter by: or .
Of the birds
In the lesser
heard grooves
of night
One cannot find
what is rare
without first,
One cannot find
what is rare
without first,
Together we
feel the
unsettled
Clip the
ground
Breaking
Of solidity
to shimmer?
Muted in
captivity
To a savage,
eggshell-toil
The heart:
Its once-
in-a-life
Hard shell
of snail
underfoot
Intact
Than the
flattering
patina
To
over-winter
spine
Sapphire
warming
Or
just
one
Porcelain
mirror
You: Offering
the root ball
to the sun
Remember
to fast from
midnight
Lost and
afore us
Open-ended
glosses in
the feel
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