I have failed in this world and I am greatly afraid that even my observations…

  It is less acrobatic somehow than you imagined, or did you imagine it? Because why…

  I. He never laid hands on me, all that time, except the usual which he…

  I. Listen—the sea is memorising stones retracing steps, chalcedony and quartz. The cave is thronged…

  The hours of flight are hidden time, inviolate somehow, exempt from the insistence of the…

An electronic reading of my poem ‘Voyager’. The reading is based on a public domain recording…