There is love, in the
Air, breath it in,
Breathe it out, leave

It at that, do not
Try to fill the lungs
With blood or the
Heart with air.

Ode to Now

Sitting at this juncture

In the day, reading

Song in my brain

Feeling blood in my

Lips and warmth

In my veins as

Love courses through

Me, not Romance

But Now, alone,

An island, I am

It, here, sitting, at

One, no

Thought of anywhere

But now and here –

The facts that

Combine to make

My Being be –

Sound, sight, hair,

Teeth, Feet,


Heavy Lullaby

Take me over the hill

A round juice-step

Or two, through

The windows of Time

Up the road past

A church burnt out

And shaken by

Bells louder than

Air pounding the aged drum of



Kick me, the meat, now

Hanging low and

Ripe, ready to

Fall with my weight

Of blood,

Resound through

Space. The weight

Of me dropping,

Dead round slab

On the cold floor

Of Day in the

Warm blood of