Description
Do our passions control us or us them? These poems find themselves asking such questions in hospitals, in cellars, in Parisian parks and American laundromats, inside our screens and beyond them. Poems of blood and birdsong, of rain and desire, of aftermath and ambivalence, each spoken by a voice, which – like the starlings – sings, at once, both past and present.







What Is the Truth?
music or forgetting
Collected Lyrics, 1970-2015
A Monkey At the Window
States of Happiness
Bridge 116