In Time   She’d always ironed out the creases from his forehead to his socks, even their sheets were pressed like paper keepsakes in an album. Each morning she’d uncrumple and erase the...

    Sheep A cruck of moon across the village.  A half-cut sky. The farmer is driving her sheep through the lane, grub-tight, in the hinged-light of an open grave.   The Court Meadow...

    The Conjuror The conjuror shakes his hand, sells you two coins for the price of three; you applaud the deal that leaves you stuck on wonder barely sure of what was ever yours to keep...

  Bus notes 1 I remember that Queer do in some place just off Leicester Square. There was the man in the Freikorps uniform dancing alone to R. Dean Taylor on the dance floor. It wasn’t long...

    Last Night   the moon like one of your fingernails hangs in the sky blotting out sleep a child’s dreams have held me awake all night daddy’s sorry daddy’s sorry daddy won’t do it...

    Angels writing to the Hebrides Madam, there has been a misunderstanding, a misapprehension, something of that sort. Although we angels do drop daily to the heather, it is not a...

    On Milking Stile Lane   An old house like a dusty afternoon in a town terrace of June weekdays. A brown front door propped on a brick, the step smooth as an arm. A hall of dazzled...

    Hopeless Cause or Maybe Not Early November, one Monarch but so late. Already frost cut the thread that led from summer. The milkweeds are all dead with their whitesailed seeds settled...

    Lathallan I breathe earthy wettish smells through mossy planks, and - prickle - hearing snuffling close by; through dark glass glimpse wraiths of milky smoke: a petrol-blue jumper...