Silence Is A Yes Today I apprentice in a tunnel so dark I can only feel the rats Scurry across my feet You told me silence is a yes But I didn’t believe you In Paris we counted...

      Ossein of Magpie In the space between my ribs there is song, for the magpie that put it there is trapped in my chest of needles. Once swallowed all I could see of it was a...

      When You Thought I was Dying If a candle’s lit inside this bowl the patterns on its belly grow  — those painted leaves, that silver lily that looks from here like a cabbage...

      One More Frost In this final winter, home to a vacant house in mourning style, with ice on the sale sign. unlit, but heated by neighbourly care, still it is voiceless. A card...

      Time Twist Time slips; it twists together. The staircase now – Tom, frozen with his school-bag. The staircase then – Esther, stopped mid-step, her slim white foot in a dancing...

      From Gabriel’s Hounds (a work in progress) The soft-looking grey glove-skin of the hands Her hands on the bedsheet. The bedsheet folded down over the quilt and the hands resting...

      Bedern. Midnight geese. A place of alleyways and turnings back, each blocked with drifts of shadow black as soot. Moonlight streams between tall cliffs of brick, paints windows...

      keep an eye among those three eyes of Durga the third one has been the same over the ages it has been kept open full or half sculptors never bothered they have been experimental...

      How weather affects them Accustomed to the yes and no of things, one day she’s brimming, mercurial, the next, a dish of mud. When it’s wet he remembers drought. When there’s...