royness ( ' ' ) Biography

Stuck rigid on his stick, he stands,
scraggly hat and a head full of straw -
blank button eyes stare straight ahead,
never blinking, seeing nothing
...

A stone is thrown. A window
Shivers briefly in its frame, shatters
Into fragments, falls in a rain
Of glittering crystal.
...

She comes to me
in the early evening twilight
drawn by breath or scent -
...

He comes home to find Grandma, still –
sitting amidst the papers and magazines,
the dirtied grey furniture,
the crumbling walls and curtains stained
...

He wished for her
and here she stands -
naked and blameless,
ineffable, immaculate-
...