stars perhaps the palm of my hand must always turn into the back of my hand just like that perhaps life must always be taken apart and put back together again just to see how it really...

    When I die I want my ashes packed into a rocket and fired into space. I want to be the crowd of stars where Love hid his face, the fistful of filings we stole from the jar in a dull...

    Racing Mum told me that frigid was another word for Jesus's Mary. You showed me that holiness was holding my hand and racing down the playground until we couldn't breathe. We kissed...

    Banbury, Oxford, Reading, Basingstoke, Winchester   This is the gap before territory, where, frying onion, you catch reflections in the steel curve of the kettle   and I...

The sauntering step I throw myself against the air and find freedom from my shadow and shadows throw themselves against the air and leave behind the clamor of eras, like a cloud of dragonflies and...

  Leaf What if that leaf was a kingfisher caught out of the corner of my eye hovering above the river, the autumn colours flapping in the late afternoon’s light, a momentary if ultimately...

  At Brigflatts (6-6-10) Braggadocio ! not here my friend no fools call to higher powers no rant, save for the pique-ish bulls who care not for silent prayer nor Rawthey, mixing lap and rush to...

  Leda   Then: the light opened and closed around her; slumped angels onto the carpet, trumpeting grotesquely, their shadows angled into corners, into anywhere and anything but that safe,...

  Noblewoman The servant girl ran over to the men on the green to tell them about the noblewoman. That afternoon she had rode into the village on horseback looking for somewhere to spend the...

    The Rainbow Trout   Last night, I dreamt we got ourselves a rainbow trout, half-inched from some river in North America. It caught our eye under the trembling surface like...