Connecting back to | things that are not there | Decorated walls in | Chinese plum trees | 1930s | only a | few blossoms left | The love you invited | The sense you made | Black | trails of pixels | For lovers, and refugees | So many | wrong numbers | Ghosts on the line | asking | Is it you? | Is it you? | Is it | you?

I’m not here |      | My flesh has | receded | A house full of echoes | wandering like | cats | looking for voices | Boats run aground | The ground run aground | Keeping the void | tidy | decorated | with pine needles, sprigs | of holly | Hiding the day | in a crack in the wall | Detached | residence | A stranger | walking towards you | holding out | handfuls of sea

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)