Something to KeepWe’re at the glassblowers and my mother- a repeat customer – is tryingto find the perfect gift.Oceans, gardens, boiled confectionary suggest themselves.  There are bowlsand...

A Picture from Hopper #2You sit in a cinema alone, waiting for the film. Around you the blue walls are ageing. Your black dress matches the empty black chairs around you. You stare with black eyes...

Posthumous gift from an atheist daughter I make her a box from a block of old cherryfound in the back room of a wood shop in Hackney. Inside, I carve a Celtic cross, all sides equal:copied...

Lorna of the Crows I was also bornin a crow’s nest in a valleyat the edge of Friston Forestand on those nightswhen I’m not at homein my skin I shed it,slick back my black feathersand make for...

RedundancyIt left you struggling to sleep, eat, touch me like you used to.A night class brought you back.There, you jabbed at a plane; its thick, ejected coils looping at your wrist.  Soon, a...

from Would Passenger Sappho Proceed to Gate 314To leave you now’s to waveout of a window under fortywatt yellow    into night that shades the squat concretebut splits to corridors of...

On Writing Confusing PoemsI write confusing poems, I am told.When the doorbell ringsI race down the stairsin my sexy high heel boots -expecting to see you there.A mirage of mind, I think.What the...

When You’re Ready the Right Man will Come AlongTaking my cup of tea back to bed this morning,the air was stillbut I could just see, obliquely,the telegraph wire stretched across the streetvibrating...

SandblastedEyes trained on the distance, beyond the lighthouse, out to sea. Standing on the metal, clang and echo. Once you could slip inside through the gap, wander round, through the eerie...