A Few Words about Nothing in Particular   Yesterday – first of July – Diana Spencer Would have turned 52, for some This is hard to remember now, But she died in a car crash...

      Printed in 1994 I was drinking beer and reading a poetry book printed by black sparrow press in 1994 the year K.C blew his head off with a shotgun when I reached the glass my...

      Brown Velvet Suit Ever hopeful, I bought a new frock – navy-blue, elegant, chic, and sensed a frisson of excitement as we dressed, but the vision before me was a shock… I never...

      Tŷ  unnos     (One Night House)     Sunrise, the things I offer you: a house coughed up overnight by the earth in its own image, gorse, sods, turf, an eyeful   of...

      Being Selective   Eva’s milky, satin skin glowed translucently.   “We went out for four years,” she said.  “At first, he was funny.  But he hates work.  He just...

    Flowers for the Meeting   The chairwoman, glamorous in purple with military buttons, has wings of buttermilk dahlias. On the mantle shelf, a hat of baby pink roses, three feet...

      Dr Glovers’ Sabbatical Taking time for himself.  No evidence of habitation, the rented cottage garden is high with feverfew. In the afternoons he visits the long Norfolk beaches...

      Accepting She found it difficult to like the child standing silently in front of her; it exuded cunning beyond its years, having lived, perhaps, on the streets too long, or...