a poem again, a day no moon but blue, blue sky. a conversation hand on the curve of a back…

Pour the night

Lately, I dream of being awake & live in days of blurred edges. I pour night from my palms over…

to an idea

I want you I want you a segment the you I saw : you stuck in memory like treacle lodged,…

Writing the city- 1

figures of the past leave footprints in the pavements I tread, fingerprints in the buildings I pass, voices in the…

I am new to all this. leap foreword into abyss. coiled fingers scratch at time. time does not budge even…