Tithing

Smaller

Absence Spans

Orb Weavers

Loss

In the tuart roots
five metres underground
the chamber moaned
as the air dried out

In Hand

A.Joy

Access

I keep nothing here,
in this room.

No furniture, no pictures.

I like to look out
through the window,

imagine all the bodies
within my body,

which may or may not
exist.