jardin botanique | jardin oblique
The traveler’s injustice makes a city out of what one feels…
Tiger is Tiger
Tiger is tiger, and man is man.
habitation
These rooms are spilling over, with everything I’ve been.
Eastern Window
every day I feel my self filling / as a river fills with sweet rain
hay before rain
The alarm I set was never “started”, so could not wake me.
the inner ear – 1
In the end it was only silence.
villa verdad
You and I, you and I, you and I!
Look!
the moon’s been sold
as well, these skies
the emigrant pauses on the hill of mirrors
if you believe in weather
then we live on a spinning top
too many names
I found myself, in the corner with the poets; and in the corner of the poets I found Neruda.
five steps to standing up
raise it to your lips, yes
first taste best
A Topic of Leisure
The branching of the Arne River is by this hill
where its voice grows adult from upstream child…