Café Auteur On every café commute your Godard eye transmutes the mannequins of lingerie windows into beings just like us (with regrets and sorrows and loves). You command a New...

      Temple Meads Beneath vast curves of brick and iron and stone, I bend towards the small black tablet, trying to establish a connection. His works are mighty; the fabled bridge...

      Isthmus we are on the Isthmus past-present soil growing crowded and carbon-hot is that tide higher? where is that lake? those polar bears swim but aren't walruses scary-odd...

      Late in the Evening   The rapid tap of rain is hands on skin, ground hard from the day’s dry tread made loose by this roof-tap down-piss. Lost amidst slap-dash dots and...

      after Landscape with the fall of Icarus sun she love dem pleat on he peasant frock an' dem pleat he ploughin' an' dem curve sail, an' river moute, an' dem plough pleat curvin'...

    Banana Man on the Bakerloo Line With the delicate, cautious care of a first-time mother reaching for her crying baby, the man on the Bakerloo line train tip-toes his fingers into his...

        Arguments for an empty room     It is a space that shapes, a boon, an asset. A container, a repository, a suggestion. And we can now confidently add to that: an...