Green geese   Last night   I couldn't sleep so I painted geese not just any geese but green ones    flying over me heading   for the moon hanging low   over Skiddaw full   and  ...

      My Twin Brother: Or, Coming Out   He was the one with all the girls. He brought them home in droves and they lay on the bed, their quiet minds like lungs, emptying and...

      Baptism I do not want to be born anew I do not want to be washed clean Stepping past the broken reeds my toes are curled my path is silt I will not be reborn Rude warmth of...

    Bless This House Bless this house; thank God it's not us. When earthquakes and tsunamis are images we can flick to re-runs of The Simpsons, when the snatched child is not our own, and...

    The Time I Tried to Work in a Café The Catastrophe Café. That was the café I worked in for a few months. The broken sign bore the tagline: “Embrace your mistakes.” The owner was called...

      The Day Of The Eyes Opening Those minute eyes sun conjures in the body of blue, you find in your mother’s face. They worked her soft. Broke her down. They all stares at you-...

      Bent Double Day 1. A summer of the same relentless heat starts up, with no respite.  What does take the edge off mean?  There is an ounce of fog. Day 2. My legs are odd. There...

      The Day of the Dead I burn Mexico. I have lit the old candle which I got six years ago in Cuernavaca. So much love in the eye of a flame. It is as though - those I hold most...

      The Mist rolls in, hangs over the heather, and on these evenings our landscape feels like an aftermath, no victors of the battle, everything waiting for the corbies, to pick the...