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      Knowledge She doesn’t know what she is doing. She chops and boils, snacks and sneezes, sits. Classical radio plays, imbuing the scene with comic dignity and wit. I close my eyes, wrapping truths in wool and wearing them about me. To be frank is to...

      Ivy’s deference and not Ivy thrives despite dependency. It hangs on, has its other day. Ivy does not press its case. Its patient face is no surprise. It does not draw attention to itself. Its business is in secretive delight. It’s second violin to...

      Interview with my sonographer How much water did you have to drink this morning? Did you sip your coffee without worrying about its diuretic properties? Was it sunny where you were? I took your advice about the elasticated waistband, the full...

      Humanoid I was cutlery left out in the rain, rusty by morning, a side-slipping fiddlestick desperate for music, starved for company. You were a knockoff  BOGOF version of a briny punk with a commitment phobia permanently out of your habitat and...

      Kafkaesque Imagine waking up one day and discovering that you are a horse. At first, you might not believe it and think you are dreaming. Gradually, you would come to realise and go, hahaha! Oh my god! A horse? You would look down at this body...

      Halting Dreams The leaves are growing out of a harangue of loneliness palms cupped I listen to silences of winter or summers and unmask faces caught in tangle of storm, the history of what was not written or recorded in books, time’s erasure in...

    Instead of Dying I’m Taking a Trip to Kansas where the light appears as if walking through a gate in the air opening the gate and walking in together with eleven varieties of sunflowers including the common one you don’t need to sprinkle the seed in...

      The Lean-to Glasshouse Its timber frame held together by the waste of its own decay The rot a kind of glue undisturbed Cracked panes of glass hold their fractures still Hearts tongue ferns grow beneath the dripping tap And at the end in the damp...

      I Am Trying to Love Frank O’Hara More   I really am! I am trying not to see his exclamation marks as cheap melodrama and his endless conjunctions as some kind of separation anxiety or fear of mortality for what do full stops signify except dying...

      Tardigrades A leaky drainpipe drips creating damp patches on uneven paving, slime green algae blossoms forming viridescent ripples like growth rings and soft spongy textured moss gently squeezed produces droplets of moisture; Adam’s ale, an elixir...

      Samsara if samsara’s concrete please don’t come back as black jackal for I live in Norwich nor spineless worm as I don’t have a lawn ditto poppy fields with my hay fever nor breeze I don’t open those windows now so I might not hear you nor beige...

      Mother Leaves Post-it Notes on my Pillow and Signs with a Smiley I grew up on a farm so I should know all about expensive cows and free milk. You’re taking being a debutante much too literally. We only meant to give permission for you to make a...

      Deeper Than After Maggie Nelson’s Bluets There is the green that birthed all pine trees. I had a green turtle necklace just like that once, I lost it, not in a pocket, not under my bed, not down a drain, just lost. The shell wasn’t turquoise not...

      After Gaston Bachelard and Sabrina Carpenter We were the housing and the housed, meaning nothing except that we were always occupied, or to put it simply never out. After a while we walked like we were on stilts made from string and sweetcorn...

      May long weekend   Coming home to days of heat trapped beyond the door, to time skewed by time away, the house bigger and smaller than before. As if magnified, a hornet lies dead by the baffling window ridiculously detailed and weightless in the...