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Poetry

Fruitless

If you ask me, an orgy does have its oppo­sites…

Mixed Blessings

Miles away/ I find a bro­ken toy/ grin­ning on the road…

The White Orchard

Imag­ine Isaac New­ton wandering/ In the long orchard grass…

The Grey Man Dreams for the First Time

Sen­si­ble, The Grey Man grows tired…

Why the Grey Man Finds the City

Because the trees were all but motion­less…

The Grey Man Goes to the Movies

He knows that he enters the dark­ness…

Wasteland

The field seemed sick as a soul with sin,/ Or dead of an old despair…

Settling Accounts

I fell in love with a demon with a wood­wind name

Trying for It

The ghost I see walk­ing the rust-soft wreck­age

Being Providence

You could nev­er have slept/ in my ship­wrecked bed