I. The feeling, of Growing up seaside, and leaving… to return years later, enchanted and calmed by The sound of the waves and The sight...

Like languid coral, I lay motionless in the hospital bed. The tides had little effect on me Beneath the surface. Ebbing and flowing,...

Where I stand: let home be here. Let home be more than vessel for me. With warmth holding on to every corner. Let it be a haven. Like...

Segments of orange, eaten one. by. one. Flowing juices d r i p. White shirt. Citrus stains. A lasting...

all be unafraid to feel. Let us all take the time to discard time, and make our times side by side the only times, for a time. Let us all...

His hands smell of anemone and mushrooms on a spring morning. The sea is as flat as he is silent. He’s a man who deals with silence and...

There is a river in my dreams and in my dreams, it is more than a river— it is a place where I can go to put my problems, where I can put...

There are just too many worlds out there – Ones as bald as buzzards And others tangled up In vines Most are as cold as pirates’ clouds...

In the event of an emergency Pace yourself. Stand up and Follow your instincts. Also inhale deeply and be aware of your surroundings....

Who's the guy at the end of the bar shooting me with darts? I tilt my glass in his direction yet he looks through me with hatred. Have I...

Their granddaughter still hunts for secrets in the amputated hands of antique figures. And in her shop the mannequins play along, their...

We walk the steps to old cots and photos. Paul Eluard tells us to stop and not touch. Play softly on ourselves delicate egos. Flowers in...

some days I can’t write poetry: streets are only utilitarian grey concrete. flowers are only pollinated plant genitals. the world I’m in...

there’s an upcoming end of the world (sure to dwarf all others) a collapse of collapses an apocalypse per se slowly slowly it comes I...

In dreams, the carriage stops often at our front door, and this woman— Ella’s stepmother, and every woman— thrusts the shoe into my...

They zipped to the gate where I couldn’t see them. I should have gone over, in case she was pushing dirt into her mouth or he was about...

On the high street, I pass by to-let signs and newborn shops, pregnant women and monster prams. On the Embankment, teenage girls screech...

2002 girl is interviewed by a charming man who says she’s ideal for a new role in marketing in an engineering corporation. 2002 Girl eats...

For Chloee It is strange to glimpse this likeness of a bestial shaman (or is it my own flesh?) in the streetlight’s greasy brightness (a...

They used to say it was money. A domestic goddess and invisible woman, Making pies. Lower your shame with soothing safeness And smoke...