the dream breaks off now:

Think of a painting.
Deep reflecting water,
a clear onyx surface.
High above the water,
a solemn dizzying rock.

A crosse stands on it.
The rock floats in mid-air.
In front of the crosse, a figure
does not comprehend its form.

That day heaven's chains fell
and broke more than ever before;
far away from the beaten track
the resplendent chora of hell
made the wayward shape tremble

This was the painting I gazed at
and wrote into a poeme,
the description billowed from deep under

I started back in the world now:

Invocation to Tindalos 2004 (pdf)
Selviä unia 2004 (pdf)
Teloitus 2006 (pdf)
self titled 2002 (pdf)
A Year in London (facebook)