Waiting for you  is like waiting to shake the priest’s hand  and thank him for a beautiful funeral    In stone seamed pulpit  am I the only culprit who seeks  redemption from s(k)in in  Dead Sea Scrolls of other skin?    Ventriloquist placed your words in my mouth  and...

On the edge of your waking dreams  let me trace the sun rise upon your skin  this could be painting-by-numbers  but my only palette are tongue and fingers    I could lie here through hibernation  turning the dit.com sitcom to fade,  your head resting on my...

Sundial across water to the dark hills seeking solace in solstice rhymes and sunken Heavens beneath my feet   Hope slowly swims as dementia moving softly upstream promenade lights enfold into lighthouse wombs, not everything born has to shine   Dark clouds hang as an executioner's smile across harbour...

Yr unig wirionedd    Love flew out of your mouth in hieroglyphics  like an invitation to a sky wedding  writ on the wrists of kites     Dawn ghosted,  as a ship’s prow through windows  tangled in curtain rigging     in the way silence enters an emptying room  sunrise gallows hang  heavy...