* here the sunflower stood this summer … my late friend  * the clicking of the ice storm his anger  * Christmas afternoon the quiet snow * cracked nail polish Easter morning  * the dog’s...

      On the tracks Paused amongst the debris scabs and concertinaed pigeons, over Herculean arches, grisly secrets lurk in muck and smutty shadows.  Old stolen bicycles, rats, and...

  The Fear of Flooding Up the valley there are dams to hold back heavy poisons rusty slurry tanks sequestering cattle shit and stinking ponds for retting flax and if we had diamonds there would...

  Coconut Fever The days were long and there had been six of them apparently, though that meant very little. Weeks or months would have felt the same. That's how it is when you're a kid. Time...

    What's Going On? What is this inside me? Who parcels up my heart In scoops and chunks And strains it through my mouth, Lofty as love speech? What keeps that organ going – Ticking,...

      After the funeral The rope swing at Nanna’s still tethered to the Sycamore tree, still the safest place to be. I make dust clouds with my feet and watch the heat rise in waves...

      Sunchaser's Escapades   So , as I tell, to cut long stories short, succinct , Wild conservation by elders-ancients in the system Was inbuilt ; animals protected most by dint Of...

  Alles, Alles “And something miraculous will come close to the darkness and ruin…” Anna Akhmatova, Everything     Everything rings willow most days and wears every shade of jade....

  This is Where the grass-seeds quiver, and the sky bends to the curve of the sea. She asks me to close my eyes. I listen to the wind rattle the fields and remember the boy who fucked me in a...