Anonymous, Barrow-in-Furness He starts early, wheels jagging channels in the loam, churns his way back and forth, north to south, in a whirlwind of gulls and hummingbird angels...

      Missing: Moth Cabinet No. 3 (Sphingidae) After the Sphingidae disappeared, he sensed them back to light like Newton, stared at the pale until bodies floated into his retina. His...

      Not God’s Angels These angels Are better than god’s angels Instead of hovering Invisible, untouchable They are angels of true flesh Of painful joints Unafraid to face This...

      Waking Up An uneasy sleep, You wake up with a start, But there's this dull throbbing Inside your head which refuses to go. A cup of tea grows cold On your bedside table....

      As It Was The clearing where you stand on tiptoes you never stood The trees you flick between mark a trail we never followed The wind tugs at that purple dress you never wore...

      The Earth, the Sea and the Human Spirit are getting tired of the City The city writes a city in its margins And writes another city at its core. The city writes the lives of...

      on the tube three skateboarders in their thirties battered boards cradled between legs one of them begins to spin one wheel it hums like a trapped wasp 'it's like peeling the...

      Video of the Rotation of the Moon Such sights cannot be seen from pimpled terra firma but from the silk galaxy of my screen looms the moon in full rotation, hung from spider...

      In January The sun corrected its knife against the black door and the world blanched the fruit of its market. I pushed my hand into the earth. Moved about ‘till I found the...

        The Moon Some nights the Moon is a hook drawing my eyes up to the sky. Blue-black nights when the cold is intense and I’m staggering home drunk, alone. Then the Moon is a...