The unusual hobbies of Tom's mother   She likes to buy cars And leave them in inconvenient places. An expensive hobby, But she likes to watch them from afar And wait for a...

    Voice-Over We were taken onto the terrace that day. We often were if the weather held. You can see us all breathing deeply; as if the Margate air could rinse us clean. I'm third on the...

    Sunday Morning 3am You haven’t lived until . you’ve pulled a drunken woman from a car, half-lifted her up a long thin staircase like a sack of coals, dumped the gibberish of her body...

    shelter   - we play to pass the time well   we choose a spot that is hidden, far back in the woods.  where the branches creak and the wind in the conifer leaves sounds like...

      Walking Night time quiet fills the street broken only by the sound of my steps and the pitter-patter of my dog's paws on the bitumen still hot from the sun. The moon's silver...

    The Need to Travel I cannot rhyme the green bird by my window with the fan whirling, and my thoughts going backwards in cycles homewards again. The few rooms that have been mine I know...

    Elmira Sweetheart — On my slow morning walks I gather up twigs, the deadwood from hedges and sheets of dry bark from rotted trees; they look like torn pages from books; I snap fallen...

    Turtle Into the green lagoon I dive deeper until The sandy bed is seen And the green weeds tickle The base of my shell and My clawed, paddle feet Paddle against the low waters of the...

    Newton’s Third Law of Motion For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. It was quarter to five by time I got finished at work and about five-ish when I’d got onto my...

    Mute In The Night Most nights I dream of trains. Platforms punctuate journeys with fleeting glances and slow motion moments; some stop – others just slow as they pass. In the waiting...