Bus stop
“As soon as I lie down, I fall peacefully asleep, for you alone, O Lord, bring security to my dwelling” – Psalm 4:9
The bush is burning
Midnight rosary
My stone is a clump of many
rolling loose in a line when I drag
your scandal out under the stars
Arnhem station
Cupped fire in the twilight
The face,
the point of light,
the smoke
Window on Alkmaar
Web
Chocolate brown eyes and the ultimate deep lostness of the world
I dreamt of the ways it could and did
go wrong, the departure to the party
and my key, what was her name
and who were these girls –
yes to bright longing and no –
how to get out and where
oh where was my key?
Back in Holland
Utrecht Journal 