Whipped In   When you walk idyllic countryside, spare a thought for the hunted ones; red hairs on a barbed wire fence caught where Madam Fox bombed through.   The chase so...

      Your Road   It’s funny When you get to know a road So well– Your road.   You know Without looking up When the green light Is giving you the nod.   You know To speed up...

    Boxed Dusk   A beginning of an evening was grasped by the room whose sparse light seeped in from a solitary window. Lain on the bed, a pencilled in person noted the square of...

      Woodrow Wilson   For my ninth birthday my grandparents gave me a book of presidents which stopped at JFK. I often leafed through it, skimming the few paragraphs on each,...

    What to Dream   a lost bone two hawks a drowning ferry boat throwing shadows across a bedspread// an empty forest a burning match a borrowed apocalypse//       A.J....

    A drunk decaying moth   A drunk decaying moth hovers drip-drab through a silvered attic, at home in the folded corners of later gone unspoken. Plaits its nest in the rafters above...

    Curse   The ache’s an old friend, hacking out a week from every month.   Sneering cramp clings from neck to knee; madness   stalks the grey week’s waiting, masks the world...