Being Cat First of all, you can’t think clearly: illogic the permanent eclipse of your dark mind; cause and effect as distantly unconnected as, say, Coventry and Calvary. In...

      The Edge Poppy, wrapped in a red blanket, fights through the raging storm that has taken her husband. In her shattered mind, she swallows every mouthful of Kai's breakfast....

      The Washing   Armed with the washing, its damp haul spilling from my chest, I’d watch my feet didn’t catch and walk the grass barefoot to dress the naked line.   There...

      Peacock Bone and Sparkling Wine   He has read her a short passage from The English Patient, and now she sits on the pale blue of the carpet, trying to form a cup with the...

    vanishing point somewhere between the laying on of hands and a repeat prescription somewhere between the sound of a neverending tv and a wpc kicking in the only way out somewhere...

    Beneath La Boisselle   An underground eye, dark as a seabed, a chalk wall made smooth by the passing of men. It does not blink at the crowding shadows, fall of rock,...

    Presence of Mind After Magritte You always were the patsy, heavy-lidded, fish-mouthed: an outsider on his perch. Falconmanfish, quicksilver of scale, sharp of suit and tail feather....

      Walking in Sound Life is pleasant.  Life is good.  Virginia Woolf, The Waves A simple life is not quiet take an August afternoon on a street near your home tumbling red roses...

      Surfin' Safari for a Small Town Boy The best pop is like a rush of lust - Alastair McKay   The deuce coupe threads the dunes, back of the sands: her daddy's car, but he...