tiny poems by Grant Hackett
will remember more than i knew
is called to a different world
burns like a leaf in autumn
shall the speed of light see my face
standing falling naked without speaking without hearing the whisper
where will they scatter the blue dust of earth
how many others afraid of night have thieved for this criminal moon
can i find the way out of summer by mapping a monarch's wing
leaning into the wind :: i am examined for wings
moon undressed the man i lost looked at naked me