We Need to Talk about Shoes
 
The right shoes
for work, party, funeral.
 

Grandad keeps pigeons and canaries
 
in the same cage. He has never hurt me. He probably could . . .

That way a river crimps eddies in its skin
is this matter of my unreliable breath.

You’d come in the front door
and whistle, I’d be upstairs
and whistle back

      In My Last Phone Call Did I say it looks like rain? I meant the sky is black with a thirst only crying can quench, clouds smothering the hills. Did I say this was my home? It was a mistake. The walls are collapsing even as I paint myself into a...

There is no evidence anywhere that Albert Einstein ever said the definition of insanity is ‘is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results’ except there he is, all over the Internet, being attributed with having done exactly that.

No place to put a man
and hope he’ll stay together.
The sensible nouns are already exiting the side door.

There is as much darkness
as she wished for. As much moon.

When young boys go missing,
the neighbourhood rallies a search party.
We panic like a bomb’s ticking