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Travel in late autumn

Will any of this have mattered, this, another city, what life and when. A morning in late autumn remarkably leaved and there is sun. Something lived, something loved, here too once you’d been, and chosen. Late morning yet the light still tired, as for too long yours now too, defined somehow not by what was, […]

Junkshops & Asta Andra

Somewhere in their mauve the pearled string Alleyways of seas twiststreets I found Empress Augusta’s piano quiet & a hollow Rococo patina rimmed lumbered Into courtyards coarse with ragged snow A magic-box vision pasts scored in light (opening to an old unpublished poem, circa 2004)

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Eveningsong Slim sun-edged thumb Of Roman brick Umbered, undone This late valley dozing Under a late spring sun You still want what will not last Still before the blue At evening, sound, come * (this poem originally appeared in Oxford’s halfcircle poetry journal, Issue 2)

The presence of air

Without my having noticed Something Had changed Not that I could leave But could no longer stay Inside the small A glimpse, overheard Perfect my death word    


My contribution to Anke Becker’s “Heimweh” project has at long last finally arrived..thank you for reading

Pleasure’s wreath no flower

Pleasure’s wreath no flower What time we had most Likely wasted & no way Now of getting back Afternoon adagio Into evening as the ever August into wine Straw burned winds warm Azalea, oleander & ruin * (this poem first appeared in Oxford’s halfcircle poetry journal, Issue 2)