Bird: You want something? You expect something? You believe that whip gives you some kind of dominion? Horse: He likes to think he knows,...

In the heart of the forest, in the space before a falling leaf, multiple universes flicker open. A polish poet watches, with scarce...

when in doubt i take the long way around, time slows, tongue thickens, eye's fasten onto fragments, in singularity, a shoot of grass...

If the world runs through us, our experience synonymous to wider patterns,

Let me come closer, I am hankering, itchy, dancing, restless, my beauty too much, it burns all the words that are thrown, the vacuum is...

You tiled that roof, young on a spring morning, sure hands on the slate, forming a pattern from the rapture of the birdsong, heartbeat,...

How does the ground feel without walls, knowing itself naked, as continuity, always curving, eve before the apple. And with walls?...

We hold our questions of wonder and despair like children with stones to drop into a darkening well. Rim bound, feet in the dust we let...

If I could write to you? My love, I would still be stumbling around in the dark for words that might fit for another life time. Rather...

to see again. to turn this thing inside out, pull out the fingers of the glove, check the imprint of the hand cast our minds back, fish...

I am back to hugging trees, my line of scot’s pine and oak. Grey trunks are still in the half light  whilst branches bear the estuary...

In the time before you fell, through the surface, into the bloodshed of Gaza, I could find innocence in the sunrise. ‘here’ and ‘there’...

The wind leaves me hieroglyphics; small red twigs glow on the grey path. Tips of branches blown to form a language of love at my feet. I...