A shout in the street.
Someone locking horns with his demon.
Then, calm returning.
The wind tousling the leaves.
The birds in their nests
Pleased to be rocked back to sleep.
Night turning cool.
Streams of blood in the gutter
Waiting for sunrise.

He loved luxury and ate like a pig.
But the servant who brought him his chocolate in bed
found him in floods of tears.
Mortality proposed itself to him in the form of music.
(more…)

skygrey owl perusing clouds
dead tree periscope
and night hiding somewhere
on the other side of the world
(more…)

Astronomers report: for perhaps 2 billion years, a black hole has been singing.