Becalmed, the water dark, the heavens darker. Requiring ballast, I ate all the nails from my boat. And waited.

Along the wet track in the hope of half-light, morning star ahead, dipping moon behind. An opening move of walking towards. Hoping to...

Exiled or just in retreat, hard to know why you set forth. Looking back over the narrow channel, a strong rip tide makes my beach lost...

I grow into this landscape, loose in the shadows of trees learning the greening  of moss. or stretching in the furrow imagining the cut...

Child, throw down in joy, body to ground, head to earth. open the sky with your eyes, roll back the tin lid of your universe. I see this...

She was a rich man's maid, she moved through the comfort of another’s safe home. Her youth rounded the corners of the cold morning, the...

I stand at the centre safe in symmetry

As yet, i know not who names, who claims, who offers; what injunction is conjured... I am waiting for you to speak to me.

What do I need to gather in? My bones are adrift, they are muttering revolution against each other. My eyes are wrung, Following the...

My father wrote letters to my mother wrote letters to line their lives to be, papering together something intimate and vulnerable, now...

Run ashore On a high tide. Imagine this damp paradise, For the small child hunched Beneath ribs Counting pieces of 8.

When I no longer knew who I was I drew a line. Over and over, caught in the pressure and fear of that boundary. Later, loss gathered,...

In half light, a lurch to piece together my flotsam and jetsum. An image trace, a sound echo, a bodies pulse. A pull of tide through...

Reversing through 7 generations, the fly buzzes over the same wound: a seasonal pattern. Passed each to each is a longing to hold the...

I know the woman who walks towards me. The slope of her shoulders slip shadows. Her gait gathers fallen prayers. Her approach contains...

The grey compresses The music of dawn, Gathering in the rain, holding its pressure to my borders.

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

In smoothing out we hold the papers hopeful promise. In each turning over, a twist of fate. ravelling? unravelling? The brackens slow...

the arch of the kissing gate silts with leaves i sideways pass with out contact covid legacy in my body.

Pheonix in the flame, burnt out in an eternity of rising, regal; sharp sword ringing on the anvil. And what of the labour, the slow...