Buttons Delicate milky buttons. I am torn whether to destroy it, or to pass the gift on whole - that darn dilemma of taking or giving. Forgive me for taking. At the time I could...

    Jonson Variation: A Toast to You Drink to me only with your eyes and my intoxication shall be wise. I will not stagger, nor regret a surfeit of caroused duet. Let us quaff a mellow...

    Hipster builder On the post-work bus you chat with colleagues, a counterpoint to their crew-cuts, acne, Adidas trackies, your paint-flecked beanie hiding contemporary coiffure from the...

      The South Starts Here with houses, shacks, salons, billboards piles of tyres, an airport hangar, a Methodist church, a propane tank, voids, that ramshackle Whispering Pines, its...

      After midnight I wonder, if my fridge is a cat: it purrs, it is indifferent unless food offered, its little eyes light up in the night, then decide it is time I went to sleep....

      Irregular Apocalypse There is no news on the TV. The Apocalypse has happened; it has been as bad as it can be so nobody’s watching. But there is still TV. Re-runs of old cop...

    Cell Sunlight leans on half closed curtains, slants across a table, laid last night for breakfast. A knife-blade’s twinkling snatches at his eye. He steps into the empty room. The...

        Sid, hyenas and me 12 noon, we cross another culvert, silently. Sid is brooding. On my left, out the window the Canary hill flash past. I look at the speedo, we're...

    Chester’s Ship Gate This hole in the City Wall was not cast aside but borne, piece by piece, to the Park, a stone’s throw away, and re-assembled as breath held across a path. Its...