Cruising Country The heat wave settles on the dashboard. We’re cruising it below the eighties. Beside us are fields of green, vast as boredom uninterrupted. Music from the radio...

    Two Aprons   after Arshile Gorky   I have my limitations, I can only paint. Each silver tube has its own sound, its own idea of life and how it might be lived.   Here’s the...

    Robert Harding is Dead Turn all the locks, put down the phone, I've something to say , about someone you've known, Robert Harding is dead* He's passed away, His fuse has blown. Where...

      Rooks Amber takes her turn and waits.  The rooks are a clockwork mechanism made for gathering bones and this landing strip is littered. You'd spat them out with mustard vigour,...

    The Voice that Thunders [A cut-up poem inspired by, and in honour of, Alan Garner and his work] In order to understand what I had - the landscape I inherited, the beauty things, dreams...

      I Don’t Want My Adidas Hoodie Back in an abandoned carriage at the end of the disused train tracks you pull on the strings of my adidas hoodie drawing me closer to you covering...

    IV (From Fox-Boy) The hospital lights are rushing bright; smile cannot be unpicked from her lips, the nurses coo to each other and peep around the door, Come and look Is this the baby...

      Omen They sat before a range of mountains, the first man remarking to the other, 'Look at the splendour of the natural world.' 'What splendour do you see?' 'The foliage, the...

    Wayless This poem may be longer than the one you were expecting. As it ends in the ground why not lie there now, try a grave posture? Or undress slowly, carefully folding each garment,...

  I’ve Planted Poems Everywhere Don't move. This house is a booby-trap I've written in tilt-switches under the salty plaster, typed them into the dark between floorboards and have pulled a...