Until all there was was light and heat and the infinite... more

In the beginning the gesture of writing is linked to the experience of disappearance... more

From now on, without you... more

On the occasion of my birthday... more

Before the waiting, there was the longing. That’s it. I remember now... more

I go in circles. I meet myself again and again. Which dream is this?... more

on the edge of the turlough where we first held hands... more

Today is your birthday... more

...like so many children of sirens, I got caught up in the details of weaving spells... more

I dreamt that while collecting your mail, I forgot my joyful heart... more

But the hand and heart are always searching. Longing returns. Union beckons. And the two take turns leading this dance... more