Saturday, 14 May 2011

across my porch

a formless remorse floods in...

i unwind each count
all the way down to one
and find
an unending procession of ants
across my porch
on some timeless mission
this morning.


Thursday, 5 May 2011

Sunday, 1 May 2011


in the resounding emptiness of my skull,
i hear voices,
like marbles
dropped into a copper vessel.