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…

May all be well. This is a small heart I have carried in the dark. Hello…

  The house, once you have gone, enters its own late period. The noted drapery those…

I. The things I did to keep you from harm no scissors ever touched your hair…