Visit to the Doctors on 24th April 2015 How do you feel? (Sic) I feel like when the sea’s peeled back And the silver sands flayed By the all day all night wind Whipping off the...

    All Day Long The wheels on the bus achieve their forward motion via the interplay of axles, driveshaft and internal combustion engine. Gear ratios and synchromesh are a bit more...

      Waves I return to the house, stare through the grime-smudged windows at chairs on their sides, at the table covered with districts of muck. The backyard’s slabs are mottled with...

      This Year This year moss has grown on the cold side of our tree.  It sits thick damp green at the roots but thins towards the plywood box I made; the box you requested, which I...

      The Lawn Just starting my bowl of cereal and glancing at the wintry Beast from the East in The Mail when Dad hands me a three-foot broom. The time? Minutes past nine. As he’d...

      The Paperboy Whose Mind and Paper Round Expanded Lying in bed Hands like fuck cats/rats Painting tiny squares on my brand new radio/alarm clock With Tippex Very defined, very...

  At Liberty When the world’s not watching I eat barbecue chicken without cutlery, let sauce spread across my cheeks and lick my fingers. I lift my skirt to hitch up my tights with a wiggle,...

      1955, perhaps? Late winter afternoon. A London Park. The distant trees ghostly on the far bank of the bleak lake. Four and seven, say, in camel coats with beaver collars,...