into my own

it is no mystery

a woman

afternoon walks cold

there is a quietness

a night of

it is important

distant music

where now?

visitor

backwards now

joy kogawa

voices in the

a night most

i hear you

don't eat the lettuce

i have inside

paint the canvas

at last - at last

the monday closest

i am no more

as ancients

strange night

i no longer

i listen at

enter quietly

listen sideways

saturday before

there are ten

i am as real

today i saw

reds and greens

nine children

forget - forget

a thousand times

i pause as if

i shall grow

the scent of pine

old night slow

is everything all

the whisper of