
mountains I've never visited

lone heron in a pixel gull field, scrubbed through two screens

lone dappled mutt

people were burning up, covered in mud, trying to run a marathon

lone cat on dream felt

more mountains I haven't seen, and a moon I have

mineral stomach under blue glass

tidal sheep in a green field

beach curtain ink water

the silver tree's cousins, turned on their sides

the further you see through forests, the further you walk

lone heron in a pixel field, no gulls,
still scrubbed through two screens

mooncrop

when we first moved here, the pond was filled with earth and empty bottles

red tendrils that could sprout from a coral reef, nowhere near water

listening in the shadows of stadiums

mooncrop

red rock and rolled out blues

galactic gopher, winged and ruling from the pane

woodland bath path

cumulonimbus, wired to blitz

candlecake for the elderstep

sundrop over the horse yard

skypatch and mainframe

mooncrop and treestand

scalefursale

burrow

holy yellow passage for the medici

terrestrial ancestors, grey and gazing from the pane

clockloom

the watcher on the wall

boatgut

bark for park's sake

bridge, shimmer, and cove upon cove

trunk and untroubled water

bark for bark's sake

paleozoia

mangrove burbs

rootlord, drooper

web bowl

the watcher in the wingroad

tui bluff

palm sunday

dawn patrol

paua grid

unidentified flying duckjet

mothwall

the centrefold

a layer of astrofrost decroaching

crawl space

highs of the routeburn flats

where the land things lie

loomers

tree bleach

mule gear

landgrab and gullspeck

epithelium

wallmoth

low yawning

spookhouse

parched walker

touch of a heated moon

witchspire

idlewild

bumblecram

wet leaf and the hound

the aggie blues

endless bays

escaped the mowing blade

escaped the dousing hose

autumn gym

how fall climbs

how colours work

horse bones

unidentified falling dovejet

wandering the spinney

lifting the beach

raptor

our front range under winter's end

cold spears

field trap

young masques

point towards the gravel bloom

refuse

pink tendrils, two years on, still far from water

lizard feet

lone cat on dream patch

trumpets of the corn

kiln blue

fire blanket

grid lamp

a flick of fern light

dead mushrooms on the mountain

sandcomber

branching the lake

weeds

snow hook

there's dirt and shimmer out there

little godlet of the wood

injured amphibian visitant

avalanche line

mirrored things

why not the moon

talk to us, out here

sinker of scree

the greenest cathedral

a welter of reeds

two men at the end of a world

talk to us, out there, in the woods