Flit Hush my sweet baby I stole your pink ribbon And tied it with tenderness From the top bunk And now this old bird has flown Out of the only window...
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...
chosen from gallery to camera obscura high in a delft garret ageing winter sun through amber-flecked glass notices a pearl brush against the cheek of...