Parasites I recreated you in sleep. Not as you were; A lanky black teenager with natural hair, perfect teeth, and scars which ran the length of your solid-root body in raised keloid...

    An Audience with Dirk Home at last from the Riviera, knowing he must not look back he walks Knightsbridge in dark chapeau and shades. The grey light hurts. At night, rehearsing his own...

    demons and saints   Next I see the town drunk shuffling along the side of the road in his slippers and old coat and it’s 80 degrees out. And there’s the damn predictable cigarette...

    Toad Patrol   Crossing the road is imminent. The moon is high – The lake is still And the blob-a-gobs jiggle and mulch inside and all thoughts are fat with ‘Pop’ And my back it...

    Artist in Residence Every Sunday, your soap opera’s weekly omnibus ; winning the council flat, battling the filth left by a procession of slatternly tenants like exorcizing a stubborn...

    Sir Richard Burton invites the apes to dine after Walton Ford’s ‘The Sensorium’ It began a civilized affair. The table was laden with mangos, with pomegranates and plums and set on the...

    The Air Proclaims a Union Inside the inside of the orange. Or inside the outside. Forces elemental rather than particular. The peel, the pulp seen from particles outward. * My...

    The Creative Man Our first cramped council house was taken up by the mahogany dining table my dad used for a desk. I remember beautiful fountain pens; jars of cloudy water; coffee cups...

  Threadbare This blanket that I took from you at six, you never forgave me. A christened gift that you wrapped your dolls in and sniffed, sleeping, dreaming, breathing deeply. White threads...