[9 September 2019] The midsummer autumn is a glory all its own, the ripening, the closing down, the suspending between light and light, the flash of light that wreaths the sky in scarlet flame and yellow and pink and tyrian purple; the thought gathers, condenses, ripples outward from the still waters like a single touch…

[6 September 2019] You walk in the deepnesses, in the spaces between. In my mind, I see your chest rise and fall, inhale and exhale, the air in and out, breath, till my mind is filled with the liminal space between you and me and not-me. A car horn out the window. The ground swells,…

[5 September 2019] Let us go then, To the time when the evening is stretched out like the dawn, A diary of comings and goings, Perilously stretched taught and strung high on the rafters Between Orion and Andromeda: The fog rolls in off the lake water, Covers streets and windows and streetlights That line the…

[3 September 2019] We rise somewhere between flights of fancy and pools of desire, counting the moments between now and fulfilment until they amount to something greater than any one of them could ever hope to be by themselves, a testament to longing, an icon of freedom, a cavalcade of promise pent up and hemmed…