A Different Sky A solitary brick hut spilled tyres three sheep gossiped about something or other. Fenced in the farmer’s daughter teased a brood of hens they followed her...

  Paper The secondary modern was further down the road from my school. Our playground was sunken below the level of the road. Passers by peered through the black railings while we played...

    Nocturne As the light goes out, she always slips her hand round his wrist, rubs the bumps left by the watch-strap like a soft braille – and he sleeps at once to the zen of the rain,...

      Straight Lines The ghostly sap in lumber warps it just to keep us humble.  We talk about a beeline knowing the overloaded bee wobbles on her way home.  Bureaucrats long for...

      The Air is Blind with Cities The air is blind with cities. I see sparks of meat, scattered like body’s of rain, with tiny voices.   I see starving faces, bluer than hills...

      Reverse Aubade   Next you’ll be saying the effect of rain-flow on a house is our own fluidity, those unheard percolations. But the old gods weren’t stupid. If my body’s a...

      7.05 am crossing towers of tall apartment blocks [Jumping roof to roof like the Hulk] a shallow flow of sewage beneath my shoes [I am  Superman] work around the corner Monday...

      Cryogenic Steam First I fell from a window and thought I'd never reach the ground. A door opened in the fog. Once inside I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it feels like...

      Up the Block a backhoe has cut the hours in half for three days windows have fallen doors been split by the rumbling thunder from a neighbour’s lot I drive the machine across...

    Incommunicado, Tate Modern I find the tiny steel structure after the third miscarriage. Tucked in the corner. It calls out to me. Heavily lit and engulfed by white space, it lies...