Poetry

Oh the glamour coiling up the wires Oh…

We won’t ever Know How long that sitka…

Brilliantly conceived, flawlessly executed, It is the ultimate…

Don’t close the door The storm arises Go…

Another birthday There is peace in the silence…

we are made of all kinds of naked…

On a braided rug, twisted greens and burgundy,…

more darling than spaceships with broken wings rowing…

Wind, calm, rain of needles shaken from the…

The reindeerare nearbut whatis nearis far –…

We can go back to that place,let’s believe…

The heron stands?stock-still blue waiting?sharp-billed and smoky?like a…