Lost Time   In the future, you’ll say;   “We recorded passing periods with nanoseconds and centuries and how it wasn’t fazed by war, desperation or the 1970’s....

      On returning to Charlie Byrne’s Bookshop   I am a herd of Friesians, hides quivering and udders swaying, as the gate opens on silt-sweetened river meadow grass.   I am...

      What the Weather Man Said   My doctor prescribed me an umbrella: to be worn indoors, twice a day, after meals. He said it would stop me falling too quickly, help me land on...

      Your Services are No Longer Required   We’re looking for someone else— someone who knows how to run the mower without rolling over the cord. When you roll over the cord, it...

        The Man in the Moon   I am watching the moon when I bump into a man with just a mouth in the middle of his face.   This mouth---grins---and asks for a light. Is...

      Shadow Child   What has that child been doing again? Don’t tell me: snipping out shadows, all shapes and sizes, making a mess.   No doubt there’ll be little...

      The Melancholy of Final Pages   The aim is still the same, reflect what it means to be human. A tale, of ghosts past and present.   The voice was unmistakable, this...

     A month’s trial…   Attempting to butch up your girly home, you consign Marilyn cushions to the spare room, replace boudoir duvets with dark covers. Underwear entwining in ‘a big...

        Elsewhere, a Lifetime Later   The song she sang by the half-open door, One melody echoing in the public bar, Or where geese gather. And midsummer snow Falls on...

      Crystal Ball   She polishes her crystal ball with Windolene until it gleams.  A client has asked her about someone - is he earthside or airside?   She guides her hands...