When It Rains and No-One Else is Around I mimic that previous moon, whose drowning was little more than murk-filled puddles and longwave radio crawling up walls - in wheezing lines of...

  Father The child is the father of the man'- William Wordsworth In the beginning, you laughed at everything. You rubbed your heels together to make blood soak the blankets in the cot. ...

    Great-Granddaughter When I arrived you called me John, Katie’s John, I guess, mixed up with me in the background meadow of memory. I sat Therese on your mattress but cradled her away...

  Fisherdad i dropped knees into oil, scum that lined the pier, called out, voice sore as cut-glass salt, tongue a quivering just-caught flounder – baltic, brassic, coin scales worthless u spat...

      Nesting Doll Plump procreant ground down until bland enough to empty, to bear, clammed in her place. Cleaved into wood, black core, arms fist-grip twist her in two, smiling, “I...

  Untitled for the many ghosts of the Mediterranean, for those that remain unknown I want to take you down to the beach I want to offer you its silence, where you are hanging under the palms...

  Care Dark red, dark green; his jacket on a chair; the dog barks outside. A white van arrives; its tyres crack across gravel until silent. The whistling… “Give this man his daily bread and...

    Speed Indication Device I hurry to town, call Hello!  to the one whose hair is pinned  in a bun, and sings alto in the Community Choir; wave to toddlers in the park – a shortcut from...