Planet Nine You talk to me intently of black holes. I slip my hand into yours, unnoticed. You are absorbed in thoughts astronomical. I am stealing time. Swallowed by a constellation of brighter stars and suddenly you are on the cusp of the cusp of a place where...

    Night Market   When the night curtain falls, the crowd start to assemble as if drawn by magnets, as if answering a scared call. Neon lights go up along the narrow pavements, illuminating the concentrating faces of food-sellers. Under boiling noodle...

Early March, after weeks of rain:
between a young oak’s leggy roots,
a cushion of dun, desiccated leaves.

You have been burgled.
While you were out with the dog,
a burglar made best use of that
yawning kitchen keyhole to spook
through tracelessly

I step through missing bricks.
Green graves cluster
on a rise under a yew…

She came growling at me like a wolf,
muttering moonlight out of her throat

Hold a rule beside her measured look.
Precisely fix the time it took
to meet and break away.

being unnatural
he fixes his sight past the fields
of bere and oat and the woods
of birch, his goat-eyes watch
two worlds at once

It was so quiet she could hear her hair grow,
heartbeat stretch across measures, nails twist
into mobius strips . . .