We Gaze Together into This I’d like to say ‘distorting’ mirror but it’s simply what it is: as darkly lucid…

  Translated by Len Krisak Bone-weary from his labour, Boaz slept; The threshing floor was where he’d worked all day.…

  The stars seem to be swirling out of a van Gogh painting, twinkling now and then like enchanted girls…

Word-Salad Sal From The Shadow Thorns sequence Sally, or Sal (she prefers just one ‘l’), Tosses her salads of words…

  She comes into our lives to beg, at dawn boarding the third class train to Luxor, blind singer with…

  I wanted to know where the napkin swans came from. Perched on the tables, waiting to be unfurled. So…

The Café Newspaper-readers outside at the sunny café: a becalmed regatta. Tall, indolent palm trees topped with shuttlecock feathers. Breast-pocket…

  I saw the forest and I saw the land; I looked for marvels, but I could not find them.…