Silent Egg Eating And all we can hear are the birds, keeping up their incessant conversation, whilst we, war weary and broken, eat eggs in silence; pushing our spoons through...

  Dog Watching the Waves Aldeburgh, 2011 Long-eared and scruffy, he’s mesmerised by the waves scampering towards him like rabbits instantly sucked back into a calm that falls over the edge to...

      This is Not a Poem You have a child, a baby just learning to walk and he wears a blue snowsuit. He moves across the frost-tinged grass, each faltering step seems to wobble all...

  adonis   Thursday morning in Walthamstow Opens its eyes on a puzzle of Back gardens Limp washing lines and paths Hidden by upswept petals. The ash tray flower pot Is mounting a...

Looking For Ghost Towns 1. Morning in Colville National Forest   Jon sleeps like a dead man in the bed of the truck. My fingers hurt in the cold. The fog rolls in around the bend. The sun, a...

      Revelations   The air smells of burnt wheat and thunder, an atmosphere compelled to tell the future. Rain showers the paving slabs, creating mirrors that steal the shadows...

      * Laughter, beer and smoke Once again no one knows Today is my birthday   * * * On a rock in the lake A gull is drowsing A cold dawn * * * The black bay Is a mirror for the...

    Prem. Like that weird March morning in January, the birds deceived, deceiving us in turn, roots woken and stirred to thirst, you too arrived early, to a world unsure if  this was sleep...

  As though they're Values I'm hearing a single-prop plane passing overhead, as the morning progresses towards both nine and work. I am not claimed by the need to travel to work: I can sit in...

    a white heron once staggered colette looks god damn fabulous on the toilet the way she works that seat its more like watching brigitte bardot shoot french new wave than brit pop piss...