Holland Street West We are two, but we lie folded together, a map no longer needed. Outside it rains: the cars make waves but we notice only to notice how outside is a far-away place....

      Invocation whatever it was – the slow shutting off of your lighted capillaries, or the currents one by one unplugged between us, whatever stories we route to this aftermath – I...

      Morning Glory I thought of you this morning, as the sky turned pink and the light blossomed. As the world bloomed, breathed, and began again. Where is she? I wondered. What is...

    Meeting And then, I met myself Actually no.. Not yet. I'd like to meet her one day In a more open way; I saw the sea I met the one who rescued her I touched the palm She ate a date Memory...

    Epiphany What with tenement living and one thing having lead to another I began to wonder What kind of noise would a shopping trolley make pushed down our stairwell? Kwik Save produced...

  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 takes the AC...

    Creation “Everybody knows it must be a trick but centuries of sawing bodies in half have revealed little in the way of details.” So much misdirection I missed the switch between Uncle...

    Traversing the Threshold after Liminal by Helen Ivory When you forget to sleep seek the cracks of your home, how they expand and contract, how your tread loosens the fabric. Beware of...

      At Night Afterwards, we went to a Dance. All leg kicks and colour we joined in making shapes so fresh they were as yet unnamed. We patted hands, moving in straight lines of...