My latest book of poetry:
A newborn in the dark, initiates around a campfire, radiant horizons, a
slaughtered bull.
Hawkmoth among the bees, rowan tree circled with candles, black-eyed
raven, twilight forest of the hunt.
Black ocean, wind-whipped alabaster plain, the stretched bones of a cardinal rose, pyramid of golden skulls.
Saucers of stars for eyes, twin owls, messengers in a hail of diamonds, spiral
arms of the Milky Way.
This very instant and nothing more. Endless.
--from "the infinite infant"