Owe it
In a barren land
bloody hands dig
searching for the world
that we owe
Squeeze Club remembered
Untitlement
Starless night
A murmur was spilled
on the forest floor
The rumor creeps
SF 1989
Someday
This love
at the centre
of the Earth
This love
someday will
surely hatch
Mush ado about living
Remains
The land filled
with early spring green
None of what has passed remains
but bliss
Summer night
Baby by the river of longing
If upstream the water was dark
downstream it had darkened death
The bridge had gone
leaving pilgrims abashed
wandering wondering
on the sorry shore
There was no place to swim to
but one where to drown there was
The only safe way was up
Up the steep wooden stairs
Way too many of them
All the way to the cave
we had fled