Fugue Looking at the astronomy of footprints in the cold morning light I could see the madness of the night before ingrained upon the sand. Her watch passed, the moon draws away from the...

  Re-painting the Cave with Jackson unformed figure, Jackson Pollock, 1953 When he returned with his learning, full of bombast and new ideas, his travel sacks bulging with bright tins that...

  from Jack Frost and the Swans III The mist comes in like a stranger's hands and the trees are letters and the sky their paper and the roads are rivers and the cars their boulders and the...

  The Sky in their Eyes “A thin crescent of the waxing moon can be used for chopping up vegetables,” a sky watcher made an idle remark. “For mowing lawns one has to employ a crescent of the...

  Cadence Go limp. Let the liquid engine’s thrum rumble through you from within. Feel it woo your bones to butter. In the voice of the speaker you’re the lull of Sunday afternoon to dusk. Swoon...

  The Corner of Wells and Madison I know that if I ever fall in the street the way that man did, in the middle of an intersection, someone will mind. But if unlike that man I make it to the...

  What Guides the Spider A whispering sounds on the wall, Is heard for certain in the garden. Spiders are unsurprised, It seems, by human absence Of our vacant rooms. And in the shadows,...

  observatory   winter in sutherland drives the sheep to the skies –   the warmth of some suns even at a distance can overwhelm:   invited in from their kraals they scatter as if...

    Before Nano-Memoirs He scrawled his drunken stupor across the back flap of a safety envelope, mailing it to the wrong address. “Next time there’ll be hell to pay,” he warned in thick,...