Nobody Pays for ItTwo days after his car was found burnt-out near a cliff’s edge her PA handed her a padded envelope. She recognized the handwriting, its unruly loops and truncated stems. There were...

Letting the Secret Out  There is a child that grows inside her mouth,rooted like a word that cannot be spoken. All night it flutters on the rough of her tongue,restlessly gulping...

Silver Anniversary There beyond the shrubthe sun medallions on the grassaround a python and boar,the python winding. Through binoculars I seethe python work so slow.The boar now...

Auchterawe WoodThis is how it is in the word:wind, water, wet, wood.Filling, jurgling roll of stone,bird needle, flute of bone:this is how it is by ear.Deep and dark.  Viridian.Flash of splash of...

PoemsMatt Ryan told me to write a poemHe said that it was to be written and turned in by Sunday night –Emailed to his real email And put in an attachment Single spaced, all poems are written...

New GrowthOne trims his toe-nailsAnother gathers up the cuttingsPlants them in the patch of groundBehind the shedSomeone now supervisesOrganises a rotaAnd watches outFor an earth moment.A signpost...

The Empty ChairDust gathers in unexpected spaces,in the groove left by the impatient drumming of your fingers,waiting for nothing to happen, again.Dust gathers in the silence of the open door,never...

MOMENT    The street.    Morning.    Potential.    A bird lands on the fuchsia bush.    A black cat...

Surviving     You should get your hair cut, mother, it doesn’t suit your face like that.   They’re right, I know,   but I have seen my skull riding on my neck   bold and...

Weeping Waterfalls Braided streams of smoky sandDance in time by the water’s edgeHissing as they passDressing my feet. Cascading cliffs yield their stocksWeeping waterfalls of mist and...