Fishing   In the North Sea the bodies are hauled in hanged among the hysterical sea life gasping, flashing silver, gaggling & puckering lips puck*pick*pup*pop – &...

      A bascule bridge    Right now, this deadweight under a harvest moon could pivot, start a roll of upward motion.   Weight and counterweight still echo tidal motion...

      Bluest Eyes   I was born the wrong sex on the opposite coast of where I was conceived, connived, contrived to be brought into this world. God told my father many things...

      heat of the day fattening on the sidewalk my shadow   *   fresh scents honey bee wild flowers buzzing, buzzing   *   county fair a taste of elephant ears...

      Telescope     You are an upward line a vertical dash, binary in the distance and me the O, when you’re striding towards me   I watch you, moving undoing the day...

      Jam Making   She runs a finger across the back, of the wooden spoon warm tracks through skin.   All instinct here, no thermometer, just sugar and fruit staining the...

      Counting Sheep   Single figures and your imagination has them as vague outlines, the cracked artex of the ceiling standing in for a fence.   Double figures and you’ve...

  Night Shift     Rats run across the A1 and fade into the hard shoulder. I shake my head, wind down the window, take deep breaths of iced air and bonfire   remnants until I...

      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 Adam...

    The Butcher's Wife His hands are white as a princess's, or milk, so the network of veins shows through as clear as a blueprint. They are cold, like the petals of lilies, marble-cool....