portent of IM

i talk alone

interview

in the dusk

a hazy smoke

somewhere inside

i picked a

stretch and

 parsnip moon

faster and faster

i can hardly

hello vancouver

is there a we

inside a winter

i am the story

a green on grey

eyes fill the

the past

the light licking

someone whispered

once you were

stop the world

my shoulders

around the low

vancouver fireworks

after so many

we'll spin the

a gentleness

it was coffee

walking evening

how strange

bridging ancient

i only half

trees absorb

come again my

i am not what

what were you

i'm growing

it's over now

i pack away