Liturgy If insects ruled the World would that be so bad? They have been persecuted enough. And now it is Judgement Day. In such a vision insects are adorned with human faces. My...

    Spirits Spirits like stomachs need to be filled stuffed with a god’s breath a divine double cheeseburger of servitude and salvation, Or a thick crusted pizza fancy toppings of...

    Lancashire Tripe My God!  What on earth was I thinking of? Y’know, for a career woman, I can be so bloody stupid sometimes.  It isn’t even as if we hadn’t had a dress rehearsal. When...

      Roman à Clef for Sylvia Sometimes in the bath, you come to mind. Feet, framing the drain, painful symmetry. I think of books and ovens and things, but more than you, I think of...

    Actor’s Cut Please leave me to my drunken rants and insensitive comments, nowadays I prefer to take a different route to the shops, there are parts of the library where no book lover...

      Sea Mist   or, as Scots call it, haar. It rolls in stealthily, steadily drawing nearer with every wave that washes the sand. Then, it   rocks me, ragging me like a...

        What is it like to be a herring gull? (After Thomas Nagel)     Circling the heavy church at the end of the street, you see a cliff-stack far out in a grey...

      Luxembourg, 1942      If he could tell you he would say that it feels nothing like falling asleep there is no well lit cinemascope flashback of your life he would say...