New Market   At New Market a crow has slipped in through the broken high window pane and sits on a heap of beef wondering if this is the last supper.       Nikhil...

      High Town Crow   with eyes as cold as memorial stone, never missing any sadness, regret,   capturing my every ex-lover’s name under your cape of wing.   You perch...

      Iraq Gnaws at my Heart and Laughs   I am blind I am mute My screams scuttle to their holes My thoughts are in the hands of brick-layers In the slums of Baghdad My breath is...

      Below the Feather     Cuckoo agrees that the guts of a pig would make fine compost in the garden of Eden. His blatant   attempts to deflect the butchering hoe of...

      A Cyborg Observes Oxford Circus   Cut the buildings, paste them into files, analyse the dance of pedestrians and vehicles. Delete all zeroes of vacant space between till...

      iguana days   hanging over grey waves the old yellow dog of a moon, pock- marked & smiling like tomorrow. i go to horizons & check the time   i don't sail the...

      Life Writing   No one will ever know what happened to the green scarf you wore, the long winter skirts   given away in a different city for someone else to wear. At...

      Illusions   The depth of snow that winter! You dug deep, deeper, waiting for life to begin   again. To find you I sent lightning, crows, a skein of swans to stretch...

      Emperor   The emperor stands at the roadside, grinning He wears a ready smile, And dusty, once black shoes. On his shoulder, the weight of the world, A yellow satchel of...