“three thousand year ago you swore / you could cut the night with your teeth / gnashing like a triumphant warrior / song bleeding through your parted lips / you swore you could not / touch the sky with two arms / but with only one / you hold gossamer threads / of love magic, centuries after…”

“Invisible thread to all but the mystics / And the mad: a passing golden light / The pulse rebirths the world itself – elements, eyelashes, egg yolk twilight…”

“The future often unspools slack upon dreamers, heavy intestinous ropes bound / for burial carry the illusion of momentum experienced on the road / A village of knots: / housed in cosy jacquard cards…”

“That love, god it wanted nothing from us / the way rain wants nothing from / objects it touches with rain / Remember how we listened down / to the small economies?…”

“The one melody / whose wave / weaves the warp to the weft of the tangible / A thread between threads / Smaller than light / Lighter than air…”

“help me remember / i was adored…”

“The air was sweet lemon tree perfume / As Nonno ate them like apples / And spat the seeds / Before pain existed…”

“Silence; gentle hiss beneath cries gull and driftwood bones; old green glass gentle in age rippling waves whales off the shore waining moon…”

“My Grandma used to make crocheted vests / for the big-bellied bottle trees up by the hospital…”