Poems

Beach Hotel

Is anything sadder than ageing Brits and ageing Germans lounging in the sun? Does anything impel you to end your life so young?

2020

Butterflies, parakeets \ Pestilence, war: \ The trees have breathed it \ All before
Cherry

Wave

A wave is a prayer Lifting you up Pressing you down Breaking — White fire Swimming at dusk In the crayoned sea Burning with cold Praying Praying

Open

Sex without love Is like punching water, grabbing sand. Bodies slam but never meet. Hungry tongues never taste The sweet concoction of me in you, You...