microscript At a tiny table, by a tiny window I play hangman (where Robert Walser composed one too many stories) We are guileless – like the spearhead of an army. One that sends...

      Smoke & Mirrors Alice finds it curious that her friends are hell bent on contortion, their minds and bodies unhinged by perception, dislocated by notions of perfection. They...

      Old East German Man In the basement of our apartment, an old man slowly decants rubbish bags into recycling bins. He shuffles back to the elevator, right foot sloping in that...

        Mirror Lake Ten years ago, Yosemite, in Spring, we took the “easy” route to Mirror Lake, you still fit enough to clamber over rocky paths for miles until our lack of...

    Dadaville the number of families placed illegally in bed and breakfast hotels and other unsuitable temporary accommodation has risen by three hundred percent since twenty fourteen...

    The Love Poetry of Judas Iscariot In Galilee, fog bound and still, I saw you smile a breath before the first bird sang and though tone-deaf to the grace notes, I suspected some brief...

    Caw a flit of feather on bone you came uninvited lodged under my sternum shook ice from down and thrummed it through my veins I tried to turn you out but your cold eye never slept when...

    Warkworth The pelt drags me across sand like a drown animal. I walk miles, eyes fixed on Birling Carrs, a lime light of seaweed and coal. Birds nesting in cliff face , a chorus stuck...

    Cherry of London And if I could put myself back into that long, dark hall of coats, my hands reaching up to stroke the untouchable suede while you laboured in the kitchen, sloshing...

      Kick-Start   Hills stand sharp against sky above a lake flat in its light. A bird’s wings bluster up. I sip tea at a café table, as winter sun reminds my skin of brightness. I...