Highway's DreamWill I ever wander the circles of a highway's dream that cries like lovers of a reminiscent dawn, caught-up in their own beauty of the world? Searching for an undiscovered,...

QWe tripped over commas all summer,                 ampersands bursting your blouse of blase        ...

On My Wick Just sitting in your kitchenwith coffeeand knowing secretly thatall these thoughts are mine.I mean they’re all my own,no one else’s,which is goodand thereforemust be immortalised...

Pioneer Rods of light punch through the shingles and illuminate the doll’s face. Its blue eyes are clouded by dust. A spider’s web clings lash to lash and tethers the right eye half shut....

Depth of SunsetThe depth of sunset pressures airshining like pearl and mother of pearlover the chrysalis water.The winds understand ages changing.Held aloft in the shape of my wantsI breathe as you...

The JumperMy mother could conjure a cardigan in a few days – the soft clicking of needles from the back room was the sound track to our lives. An incomprehensible pattern lay open on one arm of her...

Pursuit, Dublin  My destroying angel has the genitalsof a man and a fickle heart.On Grafton Street the shoppersabsorb him without a shriek. Laceless shoes, ringless fingers—nothing to slow...

Exposure I keep scraps of memories in the form of gig tickets, dress labels, paper wristbands and stuff.  I sort through them every now and again and stick them in this book.  In...

The Unofficial History of Fast Food The witches of Salemwere flame broiledon a sesame seedbun while you went through the drive-thrudemanding extras packetsof ketchup. The citizens of...

Taxi Driver  I remember the trainand the cab that I caught,the train because of the meal that I had,too many plates, the tiniest portions,the cab because of the driver I had. I could see...