I am happy, I am sadI am good, and I am badI am wrong and I’m correctI’m organised, and I’m a mess
Sometimes at night I hear them stir: the off-stage lines of outer dimensions,like tides whirling and churning upshipwrecks from…
I have burped out my tadpole children, flushed them before they’ve sprouted legs, I have spared them eyes and…
Gone the seaward spaces, carved from lumber and traced in the sea,populous derived from carnations, the torment of yellow sunsets,under…
We fall from the skyas aqueous dropsCascading down a velvety slope that meetsthe sapphire sea.