I. Her dark pupils fix demanding     seeking I’ll miss you  she says And I lose my footing     my feet draw away from the cliff     free...

Green lace transparency Coming to sing the blues. You straddle the stratosphere And comb through starlight, On one dusty spaceship...

Waiting. Biding. Sitting. Time. My time. My time waiting. Waiting for something. Biding my time waiting for you. Sitting and waiting....

last night I went down to the basement and found that a new room had gone and grown itself where before there was only flat wall   I...