- A field of wheeling notes
- A shower of seed fell to the earth
- A solemn joy set Jesus on.
- A year I’ve awaited your return
- As proof of how our family line is made of hearty genes
- Barbet
- Barry built a wooden tiv
- Brake pads, bow strings
- Breath is true, a rhythmic ripple
- By the image and afterimage of all my chosen griefs I,
- “Come down from the branches,”
- Carrying on, carrying child and calm head,
- Creator God of blessings great,
- Dactyls are terrible lizards that fly at the mind,
- Everyone stopped and I,
- Fear is fleeter than light
- Feel, how softly down the throat
- Finnygowls on a slip of paper say
- Fresh faced, with a diamond in her ear
- Haikus belong here
- He doesn’t seem to me to be a person we could see,
- He stands in the half light,
- Here, right here, in the small of the year,
- His name, Dagon
- I am from mudballs on the wall at park beach
- I found a slasher, rusted bad;
- I sit on a bench in a warm-lit place,
- If I peer
- If we dare, it can bear being dammed up
- In the kitchen, full of flour
- In this kitchen, when I’ve done my best
- Liking the smelling of catnip,
- Long will I climb the mountain sublime,
- My older cousins got here first
- My older cousins got here first and even filled the shed,
- NICE CHRISTIAN MAN.
- Now in death’s valley, every shadow
- Oh Ichabod, your mother is dead.
- On grey branches which grew
- once ere our era
- one swan swam on a mere.
- Once, me mets a calico and piebald, patchy pig,
- Our hope of course
- Perhaps the Northern climes, Decembers cold with snow
- Pure of any mortal mote
- Relenting, the rain left a midnight chill
- Rest. On the throne he sits, replete,
- Rising before us, the pregnant stage point stands
- Saturday was mis
- Seven skulls sit side-by-side
- Sign of horror
- Sirens tell of evil and good.
- Slowly rising back I make
- Slumping down the stairs like a medicine ball
- Somewhere about there’s a slithering sound of man’s enmity,
- Stack them all upon my head
- That eyes would see the dear design
- The bear and bull make stomachs lurch
- The bench rushes back – but in shade; I am frail
- The clouds with growls of rain-wolves rumble,
- The Dead See Scrolls
- The Dead See Scrolls
- The inside and the outside of a man,
- The line of pulsing shoulder blades,
- The people enter, ascension of mind and soul
- The promenade took
- The prophets’ sons were making house when one had cause to shiver:
- The road rose up to meet…
- The second of a pair
- The truck tyres invert the rain,
- Then Haydn finds my head and puts a blind hand to my chin.
- There is no greater fear than this:
- These silent white keys
- Thick juicy squeeze
- Thinking again about dactyls and how they don’t tolerate
- Thirsty rake come slake your Summer
- This is the message, regardless of me
- This love will always, always have been.
- This overcast windscreen,
- Through a porthole, I wait
- To carry close a fishing net of gold or sea-green thread,
- To the man of joy and steeple,
- To the one who said, “Let there be light”,
- To what degree is the will free?
- Upon the shores of water still
- Violin bows grow
- Viscous cat as warmday honey
- We saints should shed the catechisms of the world,
- We will not last as long as you did
- What a time to hold both mourning and fear
- What really is the use
- When lit drops like diamonds
- When looking for a spouse,
- When Spring arrives, the flowers burst
- When the day runs together
- With solemn joy we sing
- You belong to the pendulum
- You bring that fricative to my lip and teeth
- You find yourself upon a rock
- You know those hyper-neuronic days: