photo: the tuis’ pantry at this time of year. Below, a translation from an excerpt of a poem I published in Moebius, issue 39, winter 89, entitled Between My Lines of Forgetfulness

Confound my stride

and I will correct this word

where I go stealthily

between my lines of forgetfulness

Hold an arrogant promise

made to a horizon line

but do not hold onto me

acknowledge my superb she-wolf fear

lurking in a northern solitude. Here

my courage fades, the earth opens

you lead me on while continuing to smile

Strangely at the pavements.