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    winter monsoon, Bangkok, 2020 in Bangkok students amass asking after the disappeared in the shade of a banyan tree cut in half, in a diary twisting sugar with ink a seer wonders how to speak of what she has embroidered of a night world of frangipani...

      Beachcombing at Night I find a broken compass behind his right ear, two Euros behind his left, bent spoons in each armpit, AA batteries behind both of his knees. He hands me a torch, nothing happens when I flick the switch. ‘Ah!’ I swap the...

      Sunday Mornings You place the pieces on the table pendulum  rocker-arm  weights  escape wheel use a toothbrush      frisk the cogs There is a limit to tightening the time a risk of breaking The grandfather should not be tilted sideways  backwards ...

      After Visiting Grandma After Susan B. Anthony Somers-Willett I walk home from the bone orchard, my fist a jaw of keys. To think I used to know nothing of teeth. Like any good hunter I wear the pelt of the beast – my first boyfriend’s red hoodie....

      Walpole Rollerdrome, 1981 At the gate, turn in, skate the potholes, slicing folds of chicken-wire, to carrot-shed, Alsatian, straining at a metal leash. Skate past the long, long ditch of water, once iced with murder, now rusting engines and...

      Lockdown: A Portrait To protect your skin, Lockdown wears a shapeless cotton dress. Lockdown thinks it used to be navy, but sunlight has bleached it a drab, nameless blue – leaving no patches of vibrant colour, it is uniform in its lifelessness....

      Bus train bus 1. Fuse White lights in ash trees in a community green space remind me what that week did. I see the mechanics now because I'm in the front seat of the upper deck of the 97 with the lego brick of the stop bell a childish comfort...

      Happiness in my lockdown sock drawer Test-tubes, conical flasks and molecules. Back to A Level Chemistry with Mr Cartwright we learn about magnetism with marker pen examples. A moon lander, planets and a telescope and I am back in my childhood...

      Mrs McNab All of a sudden, would Mrs McNab see that the house was ready, one of the young ladies wrote…Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. She comes as summoned, care taker with a leer, a lurch, a grinding of boots on shingle, tears cobweb veils of...

      The Night A gymnasium with crepe paper and leather soles, an iron box with only singles, rain without the drop, a clever dance where the floor taps our shoes. I cling to your scapula, your hand, like clothespins, like darkness, following the...

      Stars Emerging from the tent at 3am, you see this field of fools, that hedge, the sea, all subtly lit by an array of stars in numbers that your mind cannot compute. They’re barnacles fixed on a dark flat rock, and that faint streak of quartz marks...

      New same Year                                                             January 2021     Every day,           I am a mother, and I am asked   to explain things I don’t really                understand   – like contrails      or the...

      Half Brother (It rained, remember?) We climbed to the roof, took turns dying our bodies glistened & shook, mist from our tongues I step into your game screaming I get five lives! (but you always win) Hold your breath, count to ten cut your...

      The Gift A walk in the park. I see a girl sitting cross-legged on the grass, in front of her a box tied neatly with red ribbon, she stares at it, her chin resting in her palms. She doesn’t move. I watch others watching till a boy approaches, he...