Video is what the Poet sees in one of those crypts they keep for art today, sees windswept hills, rubble of a medieval Armenian city,...
& i can’t help but notice his hips first, bumbag slung low, as the train doors open at Roxburgh Park. & i take in the...
Oh, such a pretty picture this Kingdom of the Crown A dark room wearing a costume packed in tight — light horsemen hanging around. Aching...
