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      Hurst Reservoir In the sharpness of a January wind we stepped down, feeling with neoprened feet for the safety of the edge. Bags and clothes huddled on a plastic picnic sheet. We launched, lovingly into dark and silky water unknown yet benign....

      Sanctum Without God You did not ask for knees — They found the floor themselves. Not from command, But gravity. Your name became architecture. Something vaulted. Something echoing. Something built to make small sounds feel holy. I stopped calling...

      Buried That winter the snow kept rising, a slow white wall climbing the windows, each morning untouched, the whole world muffled under it. A hush so complete it felt like a hand pressed gently over the mouth. I pulled on my snow pants, my jacket....

      Bureaucracies of Water I've been reading about ghost apples. They are a real phenomenon, like how everyone we can see on the wide street outside this building is still living, managing thus far, attending appointments, the fissures in their teeth...

      THE APPRENTICE OF GROUNDHOG DAY I tried to work from a van. Sitting in the passenger seat listening to a guy whistle. His frown, a cloud he lost when his mother died. Each wrinkle he laid as mortar on a wall. More bricks, more weight. I’d watch...

      wild cows Those full udders will slowly burst spitting milk onto the grass strands. Will roll down to feed the roots below. Then the weeds will follow. Weeds will grow next spring. Weeds will unfold as bulbous udders without holes – un-milked –...

      Killing Time at the cider farm, eight minutes before handover, we strike on feeding the donkeys – and sprint towards the orchard, only realising in the 5:23 dusk that this is winter, the boughs fruitless, donkeys stabled – that beside ourselves...

      Thorny (One Sided Conversations No4) after seeing Akram Khan’s Giselle 18 Jan 2026 to embrace you is like clasping a fist full of briars if your mouth was an envelope I’d lick it shut you can push all you like against the wall between the living...

      Hummingbird Hawk Moth What were these fairies called before we knew of hummingbirds? Bumblebee moth because of the size? Reed-nose moth because of the proboscis? I fancy Garden-sprite, Hoverling, tiny Vanguard from the Realm of Humm, Flit-wing,...

      On Diamond Hill I didn’t think of you once as I climbed past stunted willows straggles of gorse there was no burning bush but when light poured through each stone step glittered and I heard crystals of song spilling from pipits’ throats it wasn’t...

      Lavoisier’s Law For Mark Matter cannot be created and it cannot be destroyed. I think of this as I pour the almost white ash from the green plastic container that came in the post into the vibrant red metal urn I have ready. I place it on your...

  Ceilings just as the night sky shifts beyond the minds of the animals outside the ceilings we are pressed beneath change in aspect & colour each evening they drop a little closer in rooms that carry us from one year to the next we float below water stains...

      Notes from nature on how to survive this: 1. Learn crypsis and mimesis be a gecko or a mossy frog 2. Method actors sway like dead-leaf mantises on branches 3. Spikes are effective, mollusc shells cumbersome 4. Warning! sea urchins maim and poison...

      Out of the Ash We tore it all down just to watch it burn, standing in that alley of forgotten refuse. No one wanted it, no one needed it, so boombox and cigarettes, bottles and pipes, we ran riot with the fire, unrestrained screams and smoke...

      Poem as Instruction for How to Respond to an Insult First, know it. Really inspect every word like a woodsman would hold a finch upside down, and blow on the soft feathers to reveal its sex (even then, it's fifty fifty). Don't be too quick to bat...

      Cyclamen I woke to workers with blades along the verge, yellow-jacketed to signify contracted rights to hack and scythe died-back bracken and living saplings to a brown shrivel. What a story to be part of, forlorn in the telling of nature...

      Eve’s Bite In the beginning of the end she bit the thing she wasn’t meant to bite. Apple stuck in her throat, one bite taken, then swallowed whole. Seeds wait in stomach for sprout, roots climb through veins, branch pushes through her mouth. White...

      To my Ovaries My cahoonas. My muscular daisies. Potent white olives. You make me sick. My mute twins on tricycles. Femme fatales. Relay racers. Nightmares wished upon stars. In my brain you’re pendula on speed. My climax on the horror film screen....