the plates drip dry up-turned cups drain as water runs in rivulets into the sink smoke escapes from the chimney of the house across ...

A sleeping catbeing, black white ochre body curled, furred cheek turned      (Her free ear flicks      as I shift on the wooden stool, ...

‘My mind is a TV with no sound. And the teletext is broken. But the show goes on and I have to watch. It gets really good around 2am. Some...

We watch them come, from Cup Day on, The caravans and tents. They’ll all be here on Boxing Day. The foreshore will be dense. They’re he...

a cradle and a darkened glass the moss of our extinction hoarded here the brush of skin and ash and hair their fall a cry of loss mad...

her nails dug in through flesh and pith released the scent of Californian groves and made an orange smile Jim Bennett (UK)

! flood, come : wet the wetland . cells chime, molecules bind : a body of water stands up, stretching rain-shaking hair slick everywh...

I used to track porn sites until I realised that patting my dog was a better use of time and emotion. I used to write love songs and t...