The Price of Things I was stupid, not paying attention and now the house prices are rising and I'm exposed. I live in a place where tides meet. A nexus of doffed hats and...

        Dance Here i see your body dancing, talia. like your heart & its beat, it’s dancing to the chimes of my gestures. talia, there is no mountain of loathe that can...

      Johnsons there was supposed to be a mule to preside in the forward stall beams hung with brass and leather, dusty ribbons that silence in which animals move, that power and I am...

  Papillon Peppered with the tarmac grit The stubby childish fingers made A prison for white wings, The futile green-veined flicker Plucked from estate dandelions Not Papillon, but pieris napi...

      Inch By Inch   After his scalpel summer, with the wheelchair butting Edwardian doorways and my mother’s light-hearted exhaustion, my father built a nest against pain around...

      Countless Little Notes   I wanted to represent the sound, not the person who was producing it, nor its metaphorical significance. It took me quite some time to come up with...

      Map-Making You live close to this land, map its contours as surely as your body’s own: secret parting of valley lips, arterial push of river into tide, the sticky rill of your...

      Already it Has Risen The sun has already risen. It slashes merciless rays, Spreading vitamin D and radiation equally. The paint on the front door peels Under its ferocious...