I Heart You There are words on the fridge, they're magnetic. "I liver you, with all my lungs" "January breaks 50% off..." There are pictures of cats, newspaper cuttings with words and letters...

Quicksand My room is quiet; I’ve woken surreptitiously. The day feels early, so ready for sunshine - and it must be Saturday, a time with a chance to wander in woods beneath a patina of leaves;...

The Midnight Gentlemen all those midnight gentlemen, with their cultured bones shaped so finely and their eyes like glass beads, glinting dull coins in the moonlight- i can see them traipsing...

Arm Wrestling with Nonno My mother told me how he altered the river’s course, how those muscles were forged in the icy torrent where he shifted boulders. An alpine soldier of the first war, later...

Knife Hits Nerve Caught cold in dead november space between dark and dark, sky sinks like ether over crumbling consciousness, and there is no more pain or joy: simply technique, cutting through...

Tower Block, Syria bullet-hole windows balconies tinged with grey and the roof full of stones sunrise spreads and behind the sky booms and booms a burnt block close by smoke thickens to blue it...

In the Garden After Storms When you love someone, you’re curious about them. You long to ask questions, hunger for answers. What’s your favourite food? Bath or shower? What’s the last movie you saw?...

The Examined Life of Dr. X O, former tennis-player! Your closet rasps with the bones of carbon-fibre skeletons where the leads of divorce-lost dogs hang - their slack ligaments – and noose your...

A Clean White Shroud For Geoff Stevens Smoking still makes me dizzy. My mind wanders when I boil soup. Each pint of dark ale, raised: ‘Rage!’ See-through people play with broken poems on the other...