On the Afterlife (You know, the thing that comes after the Beforedeath)

Oh there’ll be no forty maidens,/Cloud-clad angels, sainted bliss...

words

words/echo with the ghosts/of almost wholly-lost/worlds...

Four Poems (Rhymes in April)

'Captive Flux', 'Haydn', 'To April' & 'Concerning CERN'

The Language of Love

Pens are mightier than swords,/So let's not fight, let's compare words...

Two Poems

Nameless, that is what I must be...

The Heavenly Body

Little wonder my words fail...