Listening marsh light,
Whispers, upwelling,
Stuff and None-sense
Journey
Refuge
Children come close and hold me.
I am afraid of this old house,
Someone sometimes
Sometimes stepping from under a dream,
Into a sudden clearing of the senses,
Special Measures
Last summer in nights of romance,
Sun tan lotion, factor fourteen,
Troll
They spat at me
tall and beautiful
Walking at night
I could see the horizon
Silhouettes of trees
When dawn
No-one had even a message,
Wrapped in their transitory spaces