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Thunderheart Orange beanie, big white beard, green blanket, old jeans, grey socks, sandals. Voice like a black leather jacket. Zoe Nineteen, thin, pale skin, blonde brows, blonde lashes, long blonde hair, long old-black coat … Voice like a tall ship, like a building, lived-in … borrowed? Read more

To say it without saying. To finally say it. As no-one ever has. This is a new book. To get the words down as they come to me, the connections as they come to me, the pictures as they come to me, from wherever they come. To make it without making it. Not to create—it… Read more

She heat, I light she flower, I leaf she burning fusion sun, I yearning captive moon she reef of bright fish, I rock of one white bird Together: all of it One day a month we get together, in our careful hair she with henna, I with bleach she in makeup, I bareface she in… Read more

If the rain works away our concrete and steel, to reach and feel original stone and earth If it wears away the metal rings and brick boxes around street trees so greenfleshed lives can sway, scented, in their shelter If it knocks out the electric lines and stops our train, traps it for vines and… Read more

Imagine if everyone sang all day. What a world! A worldful of birds in various moods. One big opera. Sing like nobody’s listening? No. Sing like heaven is listening. First published in The Mozzie Read more

No-one says anything I don’t say anything The world smashes on smashes on If I’m all gone in the eyes it doesn’t stop the children crowing as they install cursors and wallpapers. Harry Potter smiles from his important playworld. A piebald rabbit mesmerically comes and goes. A tabby kitten poises itself in a meadow. America… Read more