Creatures - by
For weeks we watched a spotted flycatcher
/ tenant the garden like a summer guest.
/ We didn’t see the other birdwatcher –
/ grey squirrel,…
wildlife
Hedgehog, Hamnavoe - by
Flinching in my hands
this soiled and studded but good heart,
which stippling my cupped palms, breathes
Rifle Song - by
for Diana
/
/ We know that the taiga
/ still hides your stripes.
/ We will grind your paws
/ to aphrodisiac.
/
/ Lovers demand it.
/ our skins are lonely,
/ and girls…
The Moleman’s Apprentice - by
surfaced one Friday night
/ at the village hall
/ and asked her to dance,
/ leading the way
/ through the crowded floor,
/ parting…