a house of

i grow into

i waken cold

inside the space

you talk of

what is poetry

ghosts walk past

my childhood

we met at half

no one promised

at ninety-one

tomorrow i will be

no moon tonight

are you still

he said he had

i left you in

sparrows sing the

uncle sven

hello brother

today i walked uptown

can this be me?

a solitary path

at the library

the sunrise of

last night i dreamt

can this be real?

is this memory?

i pretend aloneness

close your eyes

i hear the song

come in - come in

a laughing mouth

a kitten

basement room

late night talk

crisp-cold autumn

we drew the

you said good night

from nowhere

i hold my name

not these hands

a crescent moon

street lamps simmer

how could i not

let's imagine brilliant

i never offered

tomorrow we will meet

secluded in the

pull me in

father of the

last night while

i met you once

strange to think