The cure for nomadism
When the storm comes (Part two)
Nothing made into something else.
When the Storm Comes.
Women as houses.
Where I refrain.
The ripples of beautiful dialect
Romanticise your crockery
To know them.
Awakeness (a written note to myself).
The Plate As Poem.
You are teaching me how little I know.
A place to lay the fragments.
The Architecture of Margin.
With Great Love.
There are no rules.
The Poetry of Persistence.
The art of noticing.
I am great friends with my beginnings and soft ends.
The Strange Persistence of Apricots.
Table for Two.
Hello from the margin of my Lacuna*
Words for walls.
