A window holds its breathas the day thins to a pale wash.Frost gathers at the corners,soft as dust.Someone walks past,coat brushing the airand sending in a brief drift of coldthat sharpens a thoughtthe way cold sometimes does—clean, immediate,quietly sure...

As the evening stretches beyond skyscrapers  sunset cracks windows and voices,  midnight lies as a would-be lover  counting her footsteps across Brooklyn Bridge  to an anonymous apartment, where she imagines  waking to her lipstick on his coffee cup     Washing machine skies spin skeins of colour  red always bleeds into the blue and JFK...

Softness feels the light  Gentle mist enfolds the heart  No colours, yet all 

I, tiny ship on endless ocean blue,My sails are kissed by winds both fierce and true.I rock beneath the morning’s golden sigh,Then reel beneath a thunder-stricken sky.Love is the tide that lifts me toward the light,Then pulls me deep...