beneath the eavesa spider caresses her youngwith careless abandoncasting them out on gossamerto random destinationslender threads of salvation (the fa..
what do we doabout the crow that criesat the cross of dawnperched on the vergepicking bare the bonesof the night beforehe guides a sighto the gentle r..
mapping the shorelinein unsteady incrementshalf-sunk footprintsa clumsy metricfor navigating grainsthreshed to a fractionthen salt-sodden doublefoam-f..
when she is goneI can still feel her clingingso I clutch her cosy blanketand I watch her favourite episodesand I mirror-echoher self-soothe swayingand..
dead leaves lie crumpledkerbside at middayhuddled in silent heatcause and effectthe many tumbledspiritedas onefrom a crumbled bunkera bleak retreatyet..