A Conspiracy of Chapstick I think it's for the same reasons that artists do their best work when they're heart shattered, tormented or why musicians make better music when they...

      Extract from March haiku / tanka Jorie Graham wrote ‘the past is senseless.’ Yet I strive to make sense of the present by understanding the past.  During Lent this year, we...

    The Only Clue Despite the sun’s cutting crew finally braking through, our ozone layer being sliced in two like a climatic finale to end all shows. Despite office blocks and houses,...

      Lemons When life sent lemons she could cleave them in two with just one blow. Then squeeze them dry with one hand till the juice ran down to her elbow. And the pips popped out....

      Insignificance The sea that bears you is agitated today dusted with tiny wild whitecaps rushing headlong at the ragged shore. You are one small wave surrounded by your own kind....

      I Encounter a Peacock How I came to be sitting in a bus shelter next to a Peacock in full display was to become the least of my worries. Imagine how he’d be if he were as wild...

      Disease There’s a place I sit in your heart, arse tucked between the semi-lunar valve and aortic wall. Every time you breathe, move, think, I am crushed into a V, my legs pushed...