In winter the beach is empty but south, so there is no snow. Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Two kinds of people walk here:

You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost

i The children on the lawn joined hand to hand go round and round each arm going into

‘They capped their heads with feat… their faces, wore their clothes ba… with torches through the midnight… and dragged the black man from his… to the jolting music of broken

The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…

My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need

There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become

Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, the p…

This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard

The eye is the organ of vision, and the third eye is no exception to that. Open it and it sees, close it and it doesn’t. Most people have a third eye but they don’t trust it. That wasn’...

Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mo… a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed… to get onto my head. It’s his

In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…

This is the plum season, the night… blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peach… with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples

i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fe… the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction

Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut