ABC set 1

A Visit Before you edge out of my ken I taste ash on Your cut-glass slipper And smile: I know you. You like to peck at lentils Like a hearth-bound sprite; Your boyish carriage swings like a pantomime bundle

My father had a clock that used to speak A brush that painted foam upon his chin A pipe that smoked whisky breath on a Friday A dog that watched and lived a long, long time

When you said That for you Life had only just begun I did not hear it. But Then I saw you Watching your girl Scoop up the last Precious finger-full...

Winter comes in cold As a routine coupling And lingers wheezing in the yard. Stoical starlings loiter More out of habit than hope Gathering in silent...

went out to a restaurant last night the moon was a luminous white woke up in the frost my earring was lost and i felt like i'd been in a fight. the...

Before Vegas I remember when the air was so cold and still that our eyes ran with the smoke from that first pipe and we heard the geckos stir beneath...

Sleeping Bounty What a sweet coma was gifted to me - where dreams as vast and various as the patterns that wind and twist in the fabric draped around...

Rain A breath of it waits duning in dust-bowl calm as the atmosphere in an empty room. The weight of it too much breaks the sky's spongy membrane...