Dreich it's best like this on grey days roundabouts in rain lamposts framing a slate-sky a bridge doused in mist buildings blurring from trees and it's thrilling as if everything is in repose like a...

Quilt      The October sun breeds cataracts and the breeze freezes my bones. My neck is wool-deep in check and it’s hard to text with mittens on. It’s not been this bright in weeks the glow shows...

Edinburgh Departures They were dressed in black. Corporate Bohemian. They could have been mistaken for a couple. She talked incessantly, her coffee cup at her lips. She was being herself, he...

In the falling deer’s mouth There was an axe, and it buried the tree. A footprint like God entered the blank space. Every creaking sound was a leaking of butterflies ring by ring, surfacing the...

Freak The call girl comes in and looks down at all my shoes, which I keep by the door. It seems a natural place to keep them. "Why do you keep all your shoes by the door?" she asks. "I don't know,"...

Bathing Jesse James   I do it on the back porch. He fills it up. Always on a Wednesday. It’s a quiet day. No one passing   to admire the curling hair on each bare haunch, the apple at his...

Canary i did not touch her, out of respect for death’s aesthetics (though i was seized by the notion she could fit inside a teacup). feather-yellow and concrete, she lay in granulated silence. i...

                  Travellers for Martin   They were always there at the edge of the town, an unhoused presence we drove past on shopping-days and Sundays...

Against the Horizon Against the horizon, you must always consider three skies: the one you see, the one you think about, and the one that's really there. Our illusions falter on an edge we prefer to...