23 February 2013




















2119
Stranger my sister known to me
In the pierce of morning light
Reflected in a glass
Through my occupied eye.
It is the warmth of your breath
On my skin from your far angle.

01 February 2013

2103

















2103
An exchequer of words
Must for worlds suffice;
Those unsaid still
Will swallow this sufficiency.
As unsyllabled stars
Quality space nonetheless,
Is every moment a thing before words,
And there is what you are.