I once had upon the mantelpiece A sand picture housed between 2 glass panels Prized as a child for its innovative charm I owned a tape cassette and listened to a song of moonbeams hidden Adventure revealed in the depth of tone But the picture…

I’m sanitising the  sideboard where I lay my paper down I’m bleaching the steps at the front and back doors I’ve got bottles of disinfectant ready for murder, if I must I’m keeping a squeaky clean house because it’s the Season of the Cane Toad…

Coarse hair against hair against hair Fingers drum down my scalp Sleepy eyes open the clock is early The shower blanket drains over fleshy me Burnt into the brain black marks sing out From curved wooden bodies and black hilo strings.   Sweet…… Salty……. Umami………

In the Pythagorean landscape The dog dug up the lettuce Scattering soil over the terracotta tiles Nothing so mystical to be unattainable And yet still so mighty to be venerable Protected from the rain My spider’s web caught each drop and rerouted it. By undoing…

Dear Dad Now that you are dead I thought it time to have a chat That chat You know, the one that ends with you owning up   Dear Dad Your words of apology I dreamt last night or some other week Are refused It’s…

Such outward sorrow as clads your smile Betrays the secret you hold. Far too long from haunting it now acts with substance and you, racked with self-imposed stains have left it too late to lighten   And each time you spit, you will see it….

INGREDIENTS 1) Doubt (in others or self ) 2) Sunglasses 3) Soft but dry cough (non phlegm) 4) Ribs (own or spare) 5) Sandpaper   METHOD Ask plenty of questions whilst sanding away your motivation. Avoid eye contact even when dry. Let the ribs tighten…

It begins with me and steps through a holiday they took in Spain some years ago when they still bothered to use gum to fill in the cracks. The lady of the house, her brother had once been married to Aung San Su Kyi. That…