Ken Jones

Up by the wood
the bend in the lane
always empty

Presence 7

Tumbled stones
in the falling light
a hawk hovers

Presence 10

Nightfall
the brightly lit interiors
of other people’s lives

Presence 11

On the tip
a wheelchair
still spinning

Presence 14

Bad day ahead
I spread honey
to the far corners of my toast

Presence 15

Couples waiting
in the cancer clinic
hard to tell
                  which

Presence 17

Dumped in the forest
the vacant stare
of a three-piece suite

Presence 17

A snail
in the stone lion’s jaws
endless rain

Presence 19

Gnarled fingers
in the flare of a match
a day begins

Presence 20

That moment of peace—
toast, marmalade
and the imagined day

Presence 21



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