To Love Thy Neighbour So still, the street. The single patrol car stationary, the team from the hospital standing beyond the trees, the neighbours behind their curtains. And the doctor...

    Walking with Dad   Dad says, when we are first born our stomachs are size of a walnut. He spews up his gut full of tiny cannibals who eat and eat and..., shares his cheese pickle...

      i for hours |you for years that night the Pennine air hungered for fresh blood its glacier stung red burn on margins rum rolled over ice and generic indie music played...

      String Theory   My cats won’t play with static toys: they have to be balletic, with a puppeteer of human hands to make a plain string dance. The game becomes a battle, not of...

    from The Red and Yellow Nothing VIII – Somewhere in Scotland, five African men play Mancala by firelight. As they discuss the strangeness of the land they’re in, their voices are...

  Playing the Tune   Freddie do play us a tune, do get up off your bloody backside and play us something.  Olivia’s voice made its way across the room, strident and cajoling at the same...

      Blackboard   I brush chalk from my hands. I’ve finished.   The boy sneezes. He puts his Nintendo down, mutters: does that really mean anything? I say: wipe your nose....

      Forecast   tomorrow will see frequent showers and occasional sunny intervals red poppies and purple cornflowers will push up through silent motorways temperatures are set...

      Ten Ways Of Looking At Turbines     White spoors: the hillside’s bacilli.   Absorbed into mist their cloak of invisibility.   Or far out, flittered like...