Gyroscope

We have spinned focus / Colours blur to a single fixed mark / And you become my own optical illusion

Something Happens

I haven’t yet named the thing / That is lost, or gained / When death comes near / But stays his hand

Winterfold

We walk in / Over water-creases / Across snow-fields

Winterfold (alternative perspective)

Three figures emerge
Following the course of a stream
Hemmed by banks of winter grass
Over beds of acid green moss
And the cooling sparks of tiny flowers

Velonelle

Cycling to work is like riding a bike Bit awkward at first but you soon get the knack Once up…

All is number

There is always nothing, but nothing is one idea, and nothing and one are two ideas, and nothing and one and two are three ideas……

Skyelight

The white houses that hug the hillside by day / Are set adrift in an inverted world by night / Floating, tilted on the lip of the sea

Metamorphosis

My wings emerge / While scars bear their teeth in my chest / And begin to consume me, alive.

Last Tack

I turn to see my brother / On the low side still / Awash / On the brink of the heaving / Jade abyss