April 2022


The sound of pianos on the beach,the fall of rain on the rooflike stones under the ancient waves Your fingers move like lightningthen slowly, touching me gently:my skin tingles One of us is learning the tunesand how to play them,taking…

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Nothing is coming

snow sits deep on the road out of collingwoodproud in the sun but here there is only wind:trees and lovers bowingto the inevitable the sound of the climate laughingas mere humans foldin half under the weight of opinion and the Sahara edges…

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