Catastrophe draws echoes homeward [...]
Life[‘s] Extinct[ion] (The Black Kite)
(1) on black road [...]
The Witch of Silsden
she will pay her due [...]
Pigeon for Tea
he works his wool hat with [...]
The Monarch’s March
he stands at the canyon he saw in the brochure [...]
Lone Gull
lone gull gliding [...]
GALAH
at dusk we groomed above the little pool [...]
