can we chronicle the sky?
cornflower with milk white
apostrophe stars strung in its

abundance. a neighbour at my
door knocking,...

at least it’s this time today;
velveteen sunrise, up with
the swifts, their gossip.

the problem with having a
body is you have...

so much green you want to drink
it, roll in it, tail wagging, drunk as a dog.

in the grey pond fish
surface...