Arboricide Song
A man with an axe called to his accomplices
from beneath the flow of night’s dark tap;
a bird screamed, a lyrebird. It flew into a tree,
up to where … Read more
Australia
Finding The Way Somewhere
There is someone we could ask but they left
Early this morning to beat traffic. We heard gears
Groaning, classifying what type of sound and evidence
To expect as the … Read more
Border things
I was not bothered about crossings
until this morning, when I arrived
still a new one, no matter what.
Oblivious as the wall
on a busy street-The people. The traffic.… Read more