They say it’s bad for you
but look at the mice,
they’re thriving
Lombok
Solicitude
Having found the what that
wasn’t there, it seemed
a fine time to find
what was
At the signpost of the last shattering
I thought I’d find Percy,
whiskey in hand.
But ay no, ay no,
just metal shot through,
wind bleeding,
and stars to plug the holes
Invitation
Pictures of Dartmouth empty of people
Columns of white, and woods all around.
Where sleep the provost, the virgin, the leaper?
Questions burn answers. Dark is the sound.
Construction
Cows you keep your pastures unto me
Puffy, puffy, glistening –
you’re queen duke jack
kaisers of the green!
Mondrian
Trucking trees to the city
Utrecht Journal 