No one saw me
late last night...

This afternoon
I could...

I was once made mute
By the question...

I like skirts that float around my knees
Like cobwebs...

Much can be said
when...

Tonight, while my children sleep,
I'll walk out of the house...

For some, it starts with tea.
Tea slows you. You wait...

Purple was there first
in the thudding darkness...

Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...

It becomes an art
to shout under your breath...