Melly, was that you at Blythe St this morning
when the tram grated and showered sparks into the...

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

Miss King is fat
with flesh, flesh...

Comfort
in wriggling ten...

The sun has so far to go
alone, cast at dawn...

First, I hear the curtains drawn back. Next,
the door's distant creak and the rustle...

I broke my leg
the other day...

I was writing a poem
about a congregation leaving church...

Was so bored during all those times,
All those boring times in my childhood...

I was always one
To colour in between the lines...

He's practicing his guitar with the damn metronome...
tlok...

These words are imprecise.
They form layers of liquid transparencies in my...