Sibilant Star Song I wake at midnight. A window glow is parting the soft darkness. Stars. I see stars. Wrapping a shawl around my...

I try my best to hide the shock but we both know that death has left a shadow on the skin that stretches over your bones. Always upright,...

Lost in the long grass garden somewhere amongst clover, at the foot of the buttercups - one red shoe. As I persuade the tired dirt from...

Whisht Whisht Don’t be so fast to scramble over the deeper unfolding of this new story. Each erudite quote; considered phrase acting as...

An audio version of a three part poem set near Stowey, a small village in the Chew Valley in SW England. Moving through the months July,...

I am poised above you: one foot on the horn of a crescent moon. Arms outstretched. My right hand holds the murmuration that celebrates...

Stop what you are doing. Put that device down, that newspaper, that book. Stop that habitual litany of discontent at your partner, your...

Should I feign surprise when you come to my door? Though I was shown in a thousand ways that your arrival was imminent. Clouds had...

Last night I surrendered Allowed my fierce love to rise Furious, bright, dangerous. Sleep dared not approach; hiding; elusive at the...