Argument     Then, your quiet scrubbing shoulders as bats fly past outside like broken plates.   I unpeel fish spines, scrape away the skin and sticky flakes. Our...

      All I Could Steal   From Bidston to Belfast I traced the line of you:   Said my goodbyes despite the gale, imagined your head, bobbing with the current through secret...

      The Burial   Spring arrived with a thud at the window and the loose neck of a sudden corpse. I found it in the mad sunshine, with eyes snapped shut and wings tucked in; a...

      Third-Person Effect   for Ben Detenber   Somebody’s wrong on the Internet, and everyone else is grabbing a mouse to be sure to get in on the clicks. Some guy in...

      On the Train to Stafford (OMG)     While the Leicestershire countryside ambled by the window (Oh my god!) its  lush green hues and rolling hills sparkling in the sun’s...

      Bovine     A field has sprung up on the first floor landing where a bull cranes his large-boned head towards her, disbudded horns nudging the wool, sunlight tinkering...

      The East Wing                              My footsteps echo across the marble floor as I follow the tak tak of the caretaker’s stick. Above, the last of the...

      Minster Towers   I sit where I always sit in the pink chair with wings. There are no magazine or papers here. My mother’s eyes close, her pinnie dappled with porridge Her...

    Wayland the Smith     He moved into cars. It was inevitable with no more ploughs to mend or horses left with a silver penny for a special overnight job.   There was...