What could not actually could be,
until rescue made him
no longer the alternative to no one.
Deck light
Still life
Projection
Standing by water
A sad girl at summer camp
She rose to blow closed
the bald spot in her hair
Reeds
Swimming to freedom
Two exposed now in their extravagant need
You who would have me
run this trail to elude me,
who would have you, and I do.
You slow and I pounce and we
tumble together,
relishing our exquisite death.
Blackbird
Utrecht Journal 