Anneke Brassinga Biography

The shining mist already outlines shadows.
We pull up the water right to our chins
like sheets, so ripplingly cool and fresh-starched,
...

No entrance with flourishes needed to occur.
Of a vanishing point no one knew. Everything just
swiftly got smaller in the calmly spread-out realm
...

What on earth are we doing here, we do not
ask ourselves as long as the jigging of tunes
keeps coming from the speaker cabinets, hanging
...

sea like a mirror
scaly ripples, no
foam -
...

God almighty, I'd be well shot of you.
I love you not, nor do I love the word,
the now made flesh, well-kneaded, tender-simmered
...