You found poetry in trails of ants, in dassies hiding in the rocks, in any part of this, our creature world. You delighted…
O calm Atlantic, you beguile me. You lick the sand in lazy laps today, but you have been and you have seen much harsher….
Desire cannot know itself, confusing need with economic fiat, making what is natural lurid, merging cortical with corporeal, material desire failed. To…
Looking south, I know that no more land will rise – this is the end, the point at which Prince Henry’s followers transgressed the unseen…