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The wingless state I went to sleep in last night and the wings I wake up in this morning are both true. I host parties and forget who I...

After all, anybody is as their land and air is. Anybody is as the sky is low or high, the air heavy or clear and anybody is as there is...

He would hold up the colour chart to test the blue of the sky and in order to assess the quality of precious he would Assay by “touch” -...

They became agitated about all that was going on and began to expect snow storms. They got snow storms. Scotland, to Arizona, Beverly...

It's nice to float. To float in water. Water is one of those few weightless-y places without gravity pulling, tugging, nagging to be...

There is nothing now. The water boiled dry. It was here, that's obvious. You can see where it leapt into the air to become something...

I do not adhere correctly to my surface being at odds Conflicting forces are at work and this bothers them I am not resolved in a uniform...

I realise I have been daydreaming again, but I can just catch her having mentioned the time it takes for a pool of spilt sky to become...

We all crowd around the harbour tonight to watch the international firework display competition. A street light, someone forgot to turn...

Animal, vegetable or mineral? Yes, yes and yes. Paper, scissors, stone. Yes, yes, yes. Yes

Sunlight works on a new piece of writing. Each sentence is distilled. Bleached. The poem is now done.

Under the feet of the food kiosk queuers. A guerrilla show in between the cracks.

I met a Cat recently. She said I might concern myself with how light enters and exits a space.

In China, the interpreter introduces herself to me, giving me a name easy for me to say: Viviene -- meaning 'life' she says. She gave...

He slips in through a gap in the shutters uninvited unannounced.

Here is the imprint of the deer's rump as he made ready to leap away over a hedge. I must have scared him off. Too much talk of how we...

Think in ice-time, no; think as ice. Crow pushes down to take off from snow. He leaves speech marks of silence. '...to think in ice-time'...

There was something of the sublime yesterday down on the beach. The sea fret so light-filled that breathing in was breathing in light.

This is utterly important. I notice a tree. Later I hear the sound of a chain saw and I look out to see the tree has gone.

The moon stays bright when it doesn’t avoid the night. Rumi