it transpires that telling your GP you are concerned with your ephemerality will not accomplish a great deal. there is no prescription currently available to cure such fears and any decent psych would be too much of the same mind to help. moreover the doctor’s surgery only exacerbates the problem, after all – in what […]

It perches there,                           ripe and globular; knitted together from           the pinks of the world, orbiting its own                                 red roundness like a planet collapsing;  […]

His hellos like snow in the desert like gulping air after five years under. Him saying your name like first summer rain like sunset orange like tumblers in a lock like you might be his.

Just                sort of                                     floating. Letting everything become a carousel. It comes in waves. It runs to the moon of the wiretrap nervous system and nudges you into a black hole. […]

secrets are sticky rice packages tied with coarse string. they sit in red stomachs swallowed in black pulsing lungs under a yellow gravestone.

The man’s crippled dog sat silently, it was white. The man was writing, the paper was white. The man’s face was sorrowful, his face was white. The ink spilled, the paper was still white. The clouds overhead floated, they were white. A plane soared over, its belly was white. The ink is soaking in the […]

mama, remember your cool hand on mine. remember, I was twelve and consumed with thinness. remember you lay beside me on the starchy sheets and talked about healing. about your own mother, how you became a kite, straining away from her. about the summer your hair knotted up like moss in the shower drain. mama, […]

that on the last day of july my father would tell the story of how they had met so young in photos i once saw of an eighties blurred with rain and home haircuts how easily she had made her impression and left it there             that years later he […]

My book of Blake slid unnoticed into the tracks. As the train skidded in, I climbed on, unaware. Later, as my fingers rooted for it, too sick of watching The landscape blur stickily by, I noted my loss. I pressed my forehead against the lukewarm pane, and thought. Thought of the pages slicked back with […]

this can’t be real. the air is pink, and all the birds have migrated. when my mouth breaks the surface of the water i kiss the ripples, taste chlorine, remember salt. shake off the dream like water droplets. we drive to the beach. i’ve never been in the same place twice: the earth doesn’t stay […]

Tonight, I’m dreaming of the crucifix. Jazz plays in the background and trumpets weep. Someone         shouts the swan is drowning over the sound of someone crying. I remember singing myself awake in my cot, boys on bicycles strumming guitars outside my window. I was a deaf Juliet, making words to you […]

I’ve watched the layers of water between your shrivelled fingers how you peel them back prunes against sheets of paper one by one until the seal of the swimming pool’s been broken until you’re able to make it wide enough for you to investigate stroke its underside tickle its belly you’ve suspended everything I can’t […]

The words we lost sit in the beaches and mountains and often get caught up in fishing nets like rounded starfish that stick to your hands like Velcro their legs embedded in the palm of your hand. I’m sure there was a word for that, but not anymore. Or words caught in the city between […]