Stephen Sinclair

Addenda Publishing, 2004 “A virtuoso performance … superb poems …” Iain Sharp, Sunday Star Times, January 2004

Home is the strangest destination Familiar sights can pull you suddenly Down dark winding stairs The silence after exhalation Calls you...

They are going down now to the streets, to the rivers, the beaches. They leave their beds and their houses to stream out into the open...

One may try For joy and Not see his Own sad end. Two can fly All day and Die. Add but One and yea: All our joy.

A decade past A small town A hotel room A glass of flat beer on the bedside table Steam from the thermal baths Seasons the night air...