The tone of your voice I watch you answer the phone. From the tone of your voice, I realise it’s over.   I hear the tenderness I had understood was mine. You run your fingers...

      Going Home   The house has grown small and fragile. The ghosts at the top of the stairs are now cupboards   holding dolls that are strange and worn and familiar,...

    A Mousy Story I know I know those fricken mice have guts. Once upon a time I cornered one and approaching it with an open shopping bag that bitch jumped past the bag straight at me now...

Make Friday Jealous It was Grey Goose Thursday at Denilson’s Restaurant. Arthur the aspiring editor sat slouched at the bar, looking down at his fifth vodka and tonic. He was vaguely aware of a buzz...

To The Point Seals bask on the sand stinking of fish. Just off the beach terns scream As, one by one, they dive flashing for glittering sprats. At my feet, thrift and poppies flutter flowers glowing...

    An Ancient Settlement This is a true story, though I cannot believe it now. We travelled in the black Mercedes, and maybe, like me, you’ll want to know where and how. I wore a blue...

    Lookalike     For a moment I'm fooled. It's so nearly you: box pleat skirt, lilac shoes, pink blouse pressed, hair fanned in a halo - but the face isn't yours.   You're...

    Ten Gigs I Never Went To Let us assume a curvature of space, that time can be folded like paper. If this were so I could laze and sip coffee in the now, then walk the shortest route...

  Ash A car window reflection is at least honest You need a shave But lately the hands haven’t been too fine and it’s been so easy to draw blood and too easy for that to feel okay There is an...