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      Akademichna Street is bombed-out flats, is the hot-pink Sweet Bakery Café, is straggly new-planted trees, is infantry quaffing cappuccino, is the community hub spilling ragged donations, is fuchsia velvet armchairs, is the balcony with the...

      Neveralways —him— Never shows up late to a single thing he’s invited to Always brings the most thoughtful and carefully curated and perfect gift Never shows up early and never once overstays his welcome Always appears well groomed and clean and...

      The Fallen Angel This is just a woman, sticking her life back together after years spent recovering. But the sky blackens, everything grows dark and minor. Unasked for, he appears again. What instruments does the demon use? Metal spoons on...

      Hive   What you are – bodied light, a store of oil a hive of warm blood chemicals flooding a brain, calculating a furnace filament of awareness in a palpating dark a treeless dark a stone-edged dark coal river dark. Flesh and its impermanence....

      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...