Monthly Archives: February 2015
My heart rang the servant upstairs
Draw me a bath, please, a hot bath
Maarsseveense Plassen
Words go like water
Where you want or do or don’t.
We’ll be wet yes
but then we won’t
Perspective
The old horsebit reductive
He says he didn’t know —
presumed what was just over the fence,
and red and green and obvious,
was made to order for teeth
like these
Firelight
You do and undo me
You loop your will through me
Your face locked
In the pane that shattered
In the puddle sprung
In the running tear
of a windcut dawn
In step
Utrecht Journal 