Portrait of a deer To slide, my ruined mouth. An unlocked door. Burlesque: how stars react. At such a thought....
They lean. They sink down crumbling round-shouldered. The very air is eating them. Blithe colonies of lichen nibble the fretted...
Dandelion Sun A child’s sun finds a dream in young eyes. In blinks of dandelion eclipses, refracted light reflects on...
Somewhere in the Blue Majestic. I imagine you proud out there, somewhere high on an Appalachian trail, where the boulders...
AT THE KITCHEN TABLE The late spring snow catches us off-guard, drifts against the henhouse wall, blots out the distant...
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock’ goes the clock in the bedroom he shares with no-one. He sees that it is time to rise...
The Wood He wanted to see the wood one last time. So, they took him back to trees dripping and...
Lisbon Wake to the bustle smell cinnamon – sound of an accordion played by a woman with sewn eyes; Square...
Poison We made our way down Horse Dale warmed by early spring sunshine saw nothing of hares, rabbits, deer, seldom...
My life as an onion dry skins for compost layers of meaning rings of time faster than a tree cut...
Lust in the Time of Covid How can he not sneak out to meet her through the darkened streets his...
Boluisce I root my fingers, burying them back and down. A twist into black, acidic soil, deeper than anything man-made....