in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across Americai) Atlantic Crossingtomorrow’s rain huddledbeneath the planeEngland a thread unravellinginto the Irish Seaa man in...

LaundryHere in the Indian foothills, I share a house with a man from Greecewho speaks no English perfectly,disappears for days on a motorbike,leaves his laundry on the low make-shift line, grieving...

GravityPatrick Moore, amateur astronomer and broadcaster (b.1923)Planetary in his demeanor, Humped in a puckered leather chair,              ...

EastertideThe day he rose from the dead, who’d have thought that your headwould crack like an egg on the floorand all the doctors and nurses couldn’t put you back together.So clever, you travelled...

KatyaNot of my own choosingdo my paps darken like muzzles.My belly slowly swells.I cannot see my valley now.I crave for lassibut they bring us rusty waterin the bottom of a can.They come and...

mi magnifico oblong drops of coffee drip down the spine          of plastic cups. somewhere in between I hear the voices,...

Congratulations to IS&T contributor SJ Fowler on the publication of this intriguing collection from Knives Forks and Spoons Press. {the Seven deathly Sins / Gula} An allegorical figure of a...

Egyptian Hills There was a house in Egyptian Hills where my family once lived. A tri-level with a walkout basement. My brother and I stayed in the bottom and shared it with fifteen cats.We...

Colmaris a matrix of criss-cross canals, capitale des vins d'Alsaceand where, at 13, on the school French...