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      End of a World In the back of the taxi on my way to the hospital,  thighs clenched together, the driver asked me,  You visiting someone there?  Yes, I said. I am visiting a friend. When I get there, I will tell my friend that I was watching The...

      Object M16- The Pillars of Creation He who created all things, and bears up the pillars of creation, hath now become so weak, that He must be carried by a woman! - Charles Spurgeon * Here — in the absolute zero of space — fireworks! Look how the...

      After, We unlearn how it felt to touch And resume our separate days in shirts and trousers, Like hazmats against the sun and its longing, The moon with its underbelly pulls.   On the pillow I turn away from you,  Burn sage to ward off the memory. ...

      Lightly a god, if he wishes, can save a man, even from far off  Now a blanket is spread, offerings of chutney and shin bones,  a taper held to the fire that heats the tar beneath our boats.   A phial of bathwater discolours on a shelf, unemptied...

      Photograph, 2008 See the statue: grain flecked ridged with carvings the smooth intonations of eyes set quietly into the face              See me: four years old              palms to the stone             and my face tipped slightly forwards      ...

      In my cookery exam, we have to prepare a family meal This is summer and Mum can’t put out her trot line with its hooks because of swimmers so I buy three mackerel from the fishmonger. I cycle to the school bus stop one arm on the handlebar,...

    Deathbed Fantasia as now melts                             & nowhere goes nowhere  we wash up                               breathless a box of blue light                      star-cushioned  harvesting morphine-thick razorlick-blueberry-pinch &...

      You Again  across the street  I am washed off my feet my heart  splashes up into pieces  as if someone has thrown a stone into the pool of me all these years  I thought myself dry ground but I am a stream  a loch  a river brim full  sequinned with...

      Grief shows me just another sunset   Dusk is dancing & all the visual technologies at hand feel overwhelmed: mobile eye, pit pastels, graphic card. It’s down to language, then, imagine. Above parade pearlescent clouds looking more...

      Meaningless sex Twenty- something sex are bodies. thrown down like sophomore prose. Unedited nonsense that almost meant little. Look at our quarry of pointless stars. Davy-lamps in solar system of death Noone writes about God when she rested. I...

    Lapse Graffiti artists, known as writers, are often misunderstood by society. Eden Magazine The footbridge was skinned in graffiti – slogans, threats, declarations of love, swastikas. Grek. Kost. Lapse. I’d assumed lapse was a tag, a nom de plume or...

      Chavittu Nadakam Canvas boots, pig-iron tacks. At midnight, the wooden platform groans like a hull. The raw earth shakes below the planks, cardboard stage-sets buckling under the stride. The Emperor wears a crown of tinsel, his beard fixed with...

      Roberto - Market Bird While children kneel at your cage in awe edge offerings of cashew nuts, chopped fruit, curse words into your magnificent beak, mums settle carrier bags at tired wet feet delay for flashes of Hulk Hogan yellow beneath that...

      My Name is My Name Ami never let anyone call my sister Sam – it always had to be Samina. She said she’d rather be waterboarded than let her daughter be whitewashed by whites too conservative to spare the extra syllables. Ami never let anyone call...

      Driving on Old Roads The coastline’s smile is sharp with blackened teeth, seabird shelters, scarps, cutaways, broken reefs: the bloody mouth of a boxer who can’t be dropped, punch drunk with the brain’s purple pounding; stopped glaciers, slipped...