Confessional a special darkness heavy with incense we wait for the click the screen, the shadow breathing he can see in the dark you might have seen red vestments pause at the hidden...

      Theft One night while my grandmother sleeps he slips in, through a window that isn't quite closed, through her dreams. As if he senses her loneliness he gives her his heart,...

        The folks who live on the hill Greenfinch flock between you and the sun turning east west east again, light through a bee’s wing. Folds of lily-fat smother the pond and...

  Sunday, Aberdeen Waking from our final raucous night, there are seagulls, the aftermath of gin, sharp shafts of light scraping across the floor and here I am, shipwrecked, strand-strewn,...

  Snapped Like the ulna cracked by a boy from a tree or a wishbone pulled between two thumbs I snapped my mind at half past three The frantic flowers of the Persian rugs spliced my brain with...

    Black earth woods there is a man in the woodpile. wearing the uniform of the ordinary. a hat and a belt. Rolled in wood, the cold metal of the car boot is pressed into my mulchy flesh....

      Still Life with Red Cabbages and Onions by Vincent Van Gogh   If there is beauty in basic vegetables, earth bulbed sustenance, with their finger-printed lines and licks of...

    I wanted to sleep I wanted to sleep, but then I decided to cycle expressively into an unknown village. I remember not looking out for traffic And then arriving at greenery, village...

      Waiting For the Paint To Dry The paint on the wall; it never seems to dry.  Yesterday my brat child ran her fingers through the wet film on the surface of the sheetrock then...