Category: ~

  Gradually, under the spell of gravity,I’m changing back into a handful of dust,a handful, moreover, I borrowed. I step out of the shower and look into the mir...

  Faces blaze white then fade. Angels weep.A shell has fallen on a graveyard. A grandmother and grandfather are wandering through ruins like spectres. The dust ...

  There’s a rock the size of an armchair high up on Holland Creek. It rests, touching the water, beside a slow bend, down from a granite ledge. It’s a proper hi...

  All loves are bodily. I read these words and they strike within, a deep note of truth. Something entirely comprehensible, when, as a childI ran through green ...