In this stairwell light is water pouring from a glass Niagara sheening down handrails into a boxy valley it cascades around shadows ...

Sometimes she would ask one of us to help, to hold up a skein while she wound the wool into a ball we’d sit facing each other on two ch...

tight strap, long face black leatherette smelling of Kodak we would ease the lever with a thumbnail until it snipped a thousand time...

There is something of self in a fire the hesitant start, equivocation then taking hold, a familiar reek of match and firelighter seeming...

how it changes when it’s up in my throat it keeps me safe, guarding the entrance and I sound like I’m keeping safe some sort of mill g...