In the mirroring between bird and water on the silver backed estuary a thread pulls. Once bird, once water, this line is an unravelling...

Some lost man shut his hand, greasy. An iron-lung day. Reticence keyed the door, pressure built, longing for the softness of being called...

I think you saw me coming, the climb to your attic room was silent. The sunday morning light lit your bohemian dust-notes, i read the...

Nine ten, The dawn comes without us Luckily beyond us

The trees are crying black tears, multiplicitous injury, holed by grief.

the matt cluster grows, spots, darkness like dice calls, the leaves line up. one, please two, mum three, come.

the morning returns your lament ‘don’t leave me’, the sign weeps ‘I need you’. the dark is under the skin of us all.

I burn inside. A rim bound ember adrift from a bigger fire, Phosphorescing, like cheap newsprint burns, I burn inside.

i am given over, an old horse driven by the dog. i search back for the thrill of bluster, the expansion and slam of a body breaking free...

you who have the tenacity to remain and never count your lovers