Potluck What do you bring to the table? A bunch of sweet-smelling herbs in a clenched fist, a salad of green leaves plucked today and drenched in tears, a loaf of bread studded...

      Soul-Bird When I see you walk, stiff-legged, over the shingle, I wonder whose child you are, which widow waits for you, cursing the water. You spar and snatch for lukewarm...

      The Pine Tree The inside of its bark is red, its heartwood is red; when a branch is cut the wound is red and it weeps, not blood, but thick white tears.      ...

      Family Man Hullabaloo unframes this night, the hide and seek of vixen and dog fox: the bark of both, a crack through slate. The miner's hut is curtain free, open to whim. A...

      Happi–ness— I can map all the rivers in my head. I know their history. How many bodies they’ve carried. The cities they cut through. I know the dates this one flooded the...

      Thaw Leeks and cutlery bent beyond belief. Hitler’s descant recorder and the Valleys school where they had sacrificed one meerkat from Chester Zoo every January. After the...

      The Gardener I go to him when the lakes are quiet, when blossom holds its breath in bluest south. The horses have strung up their miles, and are collecting inwards towards...

    Where I’m led My feet have a terrible habit of following where my eyes lead whether I want them to, or not. And my eyes, they don’t care for Health and Safety in any way whatever....

      The Games are Over for The Day I find myself a guest, where daily as a child, during summer’s long heat, I peeped in. A small knothole in the wooden fence my vantage point. I...