there was a miracle at Attebury GrainSomething born of nothing, carried by the rainDark and shining on the béton brut…
from the blue a bolt of light illuminates the seathe bodies floating in the drink all look too much like…
The universe is a featherin every atom are her templesthe elementary particles dance for herat every point and every time,…
There are holes in my soulThat fill me with dreadThese spaces in the things i’ve saidEmpty of somethingOn the tip…
The day i lost my knees to the Germansthere were plastic chairs like the ones in my grandfather’s home hidden…