Fish Whisperer The loch plays the game it likes to play on windless days, double this, double that, sheep/sheep  cow/cow  rowan/rowan. Eyes twice-fill and only a frill of white at the...

Klonjuze    Say it with me, that Germanicky-Spanishy word you made up to toast tea parties with cats and eyeless dolls, to celebrate our wins at fixed Olympics. No one heard it but me back then,...

    Life On Wellington Road I live in a row of three identical houses - red brick, mossy roofs, and gardens that miss the afternoon sun. There is a house nearby that a blackbird has twice...

      Love and Houses I know a couple that made a house. Laid down hardwood floors and carpets and built up walls like lego. Clothes hang from the ceiling washing-rack. There’s a...

      Back Alley He found himself in a back alley; no one was there with a knife. The black cat was only sleeping in the only sliver of sunlight it had been able to find. With nowhere...

    Loss Of Breath There were better ways for lovers to meet. He’d been tying his shoelace on a street corner, his fat, ripped cello case leaning against the wall, and she’d come flying...

  Proximity At night we hear him. Behind the wall behind our headboard our neighbour is trying to clear his lungs. Sometimes he calls for his wife. We lie awake, silent and inert. I recall, as...