dead silence
can the sea know
it consoles me?

moon glimpses —
death seems not so far
out of reach

morning mist
words lost where the mind
can’t be found

dead-born child
all time and space
is a morepork

a wind chime
softens
the stacatto

noonday demon
a purr pads across
my chest

sourceless wind
fire licks open
a pine cone

in night visions
a beginning and an end
alphabetised

all over the stain of words

my shadow sinks
under the weight
of my presence

thinking on nothing
my eyes also do not see
that which is unseen

restless dreams
the pasodoble
of neutron stars

valley spring
i listen for the folds
of the hills

dawn beach-scape
chill slashes of light
draw me in

"it isn't what it is"
a child sounding out
trump-speak

tragic flaw —
a yawning gap between
swan and goat songs

darkness loved
with the otherness
of dreams

spring deluge
all paths from here
all the same