Nightjar I want to be a Nightjar where language is colour where my ways of being cryptic and crepuscular are accepted like stars in night skies. I wish I was a Nightjar could...

      Moon daisies Do you know about the daisies that only open in moonlight? Have you seen the attic full of sadness and when the tallest of us fall? And then the questions to which...

    Cracked When people say your skull cracks like an egg, it doesn’t. Not the Humpty Dumpty fragmentation - compared to that, it’s unspectacular. A sound like a dropped watermelon, the...

      I cradle my grief I cradle my grief sing it lullabies keen with it roar with it hide it write it speak it sing it It keeps coming back
in waves each time rising each time deeper...

      Afterwards That very last night at my parents’ house it was as though a blackbird waited on the fence and, watching, saw my tears, flew down, pecked into the crack, opening, its...

      Bear for Stewart Harris Betrayal will happily walk with you, knows your patterns, the roof-runs and dead ends of conflict.  Conflict will lift you skyward, then lay you down on...

      from Firing Pins   Lost Things: Afghanistan (i-vii) (iii)           Insomnia The heartbeat of the thrice-nightly Chinook a lullaby                not you tonight...

      From Fothermather   An Apple Seed apple       cup        &      shell I say these things to you         I read them from the            book    book     book       this...