Poetry

Do it while the soil is still cold, Because I can’t sleep when it’s warm.

WOMAN:

The Colour of My Spots

The Difference between Pork and Pigs

I ate some pork at supper And from each chunk devoured

Gold Bars and Corn Fields

Where a world that lived for merely one day

Me a Shoreline.

Postman

RE: On Religion, To A Very Dear Friend

“1963”

Under northern lights

She’s going

Miss Mary

Bankside