An ‘upside down cold place’
“a place of my song dream,”
Yesterday the way you dipped your toe in
we dance like the fire on the bones of the liars and let truth rise from the ash
(or Moon dance)
Memory, Still Burning, New York
FRESH AMERICAN
a symbol beginning
diver, a retrospective
their precision is like numbers
Babies in a Winter dream.
Harsh citation, harsh pastoral
I challenged mud, after….
I sit here … dreaming of snowgrass and snowberries and tussock … of the Southern Alps, and of rivers … Good God, I’ve kept asking myself, what am I doing on this side of the world?
You are tall, and have a serious look. But your whole face lights up when you smile.
A Zombie Fish on the Plate of Public Space
Our time is different. I take pleasure in that kind of articulation.
I travel through the wood grains of my floorboards. They are lofty mountains and calm lapping waters of a lake. Sometimes, they are the drifting sands of the desert.
…the light is alive
We won’t die secret deaths anymore.
And I bless you: More Life.
I have had all my explosions.
You don’t do it for the man, men never notice. You just do it for yourself, you’re the fucking coldest