Thom Gunn is dead
Bright Shining Star
I forgive you
We fall so slowly
Every day is a reminder
A tree is a nuclear - treeshaped
Mock epic for a modern day Quixote
Why we unbuilt us
Many in the few
You never get used to it
Doubt the Day
Old self
And when I run – don’t hate me
Counting heads
Inner ocean
Empty chair
I bend the world to my will