the eager thirst. Your hair a black moon among the stars and in my hands. Some in the sea like sunken ... ships others crushed by sudden trees that toppled from my hands like joyful seeds, your ruined bucklers ... one!­ Our hands came from distant days to learn caresses while afternoons went by like islands, like ...

sun has failed. Some hints then from my chilled lips: 4 There between planets the cobwebs thicken. ... Page 179 from Issue 95 TRIQUARTERLY their hands-rhinestones, really-well, let the chips fall in ... whatever black hole. Galactic cluster, what starry rubbish! Suddenly it's cold. What creeps in ...

Page 120 from Issue 30 And then, and only a few weeks later, we went to the Atlantic island. On ... a cold, bright, early summer morning we sailed with our then three young children on an old white fishing ... the 11 necessary miles of brilliant sea, with the boat smelling of dead fish and engine fumes, and our ...