OutlinesI have dreamt about waterThe sea watersalty as sweat,dripping over medrying my face,taking away my tears.I have dreamt about a lobsterthat is crossing a seacoast,coming towards...

ChirimoyaCustard apple. Sweetsop. Guanabana.Mostly, it’s the human heart,

its skin – green or yellow, thick or thin – marked as if moulded

by the fingers of everyone who touched it.Picked too...

insomnie marinethe salt of insomnia burns my templesI pick up black shells along the endless shoreaquamarine eternitywhite surf dancing under the roof of summer*Virginie Colline is a French...

The Woman Who Loved Every Man I collect them. Devote myself to it.Reminders on corkboards, pinned by pointed tacks as tokens of attention.Sometimes in scrapbooks:Hair gently trimmed during...

WhenAngels understand eternity. Always causes mortals trouble as they try to grasp the absence of an afterwards or believe before has been emptied of all meaning. Angels speak to shepherds first....

Forecast for 28 December, 2011 This is it: even at noon the fields can raise a crop of furrow shadow.Hedges are flailed pension plans for fieldfares,and rooks spell out in shifting pictogramswhat...

Bar, Graphite on Paper, 2011The place smells stale, it smells of things that have been bottled up too long and are beginning to seep out. He positions himself at the bar. The tumbler is thick,...

Stone Meets a GhostStone’s just standing around among the ruinsHe’s waiting in the shadows to see the sun come upA ghost comes along It’s weepingIt has no shape no face It looks like mist it...

Lost for WordsIt had to be said that poetrywas not histhing,but needs must when Eros callsand this time the God wasbellowing.He ordered onlineand the words were deliveredby a man in a vanwith...