Far Away
What are you doing just now? Perhaps you’re rinsing a coffee cup Warm water caressing your hands Sea waves lap over ankles Deliberately digging your toes into the sand Speaking with a relative And something they say confirms that hope or fear you have about these days. Sunk in the sofa with siblin
Double Sorrow
Look, our careless sleep has laid the world to siege. Morning thrusts its tattered sails like white surrenders into this, our dream, our winter palace, while spores of mustard gas steal homeward from the breach so we might taste our cruelty with those towns strung out all night
