those words i see laid out   fuck it   you understand you do you know beneath a skin &   floating barely   these words in solid waters sometimes.i must...

      Questions you won’t answer about mending your roof Do you scrinch your eyes to the stone as you straddle the spine? Do you look away as you finger the gaps between flags? Your...

      library at the end of the sixties i lived in a library took out the tintin books i had a card i lived in the books when the library was closed they had to return me or they'd...

      All the white rooms My life has become Accustomed, To these clinical rooms Where they take my blood And I am no stranger. A second home. The nurses know my name And my illness...

    the end of the night Think you there was or might be such a man / As this I dreamed of? (Antony and Cleopatra, Act V Scene II) the thighs of my skinny vodka are barely covered with...

      Four Lavender Pots, November 2015   Our lavender are dead but there is light on them. Browned, traumatised – the four pots failed in September, while we were away, for lack of...

    Ragnarök After Milosz When it comes, and it will, it will come on a plain weekday, perhaps in early spring or autumn, a frowsy day, one that woke late and got dressed in a hurry...

    The Unmoving I fell asleep by a window and the book slipped through my knees. The ground moved backwards and forwards settled between reference points. The world felt clean, in...

    Cursory Sorcery While I wait for you. Late. Again. I pick blue periwinkles to flower my stew, a brew of spider’s legs and cobweb broth to chase away the dusty moths that brave the lamp...