Spoons I don't know how long I've been planning spoon rebellion. Maybe it's just come over me, thinking about you once again, and carefully drying all those spoons in the cool...

        Al Hillah The young woman is smiling in my photograph. She points to a picture of her father. He is smiling, but he was murdered. The young woman is smiling in my...

      Likeness Paint cakes the bristles in thick lumps It tears It pulls It refuses to detach The sink bleeds slowly In slate grey In Blue Lake In Red Ochre In Yellow Light On the...

      Dog's Eye On our way to Quebec City, Alex decides to track down a friend from his past life so we turn off the highway and drive through the suburbs of Longueil until we find...

      Hemlock This evening, I am ordering hemlock Over ice In a rocks glass From the bar at the hotel Compromising with the barman, Agave will do Poisoning myself with south Texas...

      In A Black Country It was in the countryside that it came into being, traipsing black mud in the hallway. Was it something you said that invited it in? What could you clamp in...

      Glenrudel Moors Huge blades fall continuously-splicing the air as if it were grass. And she complains that all her dreams have come to nothing and that nothing ever lasts. And...

        The careful arrangement of knives and forks Cutlery and China. Porcelain tea cups. Emptying glass jugs inside the symmetrical room. I’m minding my table manners. Not...

        Dead Lilies The vase is full of clean shapes, browning like banana skins, liver-spotted in the heat of the day. Petals, thin as bible paper, curl to parched and dog-eared...