the place my fingers gladly guard snugglers’ cove, my cloven hoof woody and strong, it toughens me, a stain that’s impossible to shift …Read more

Europe is a frozen sea where I have walked on water. Clumps of folk, like barnacles, disturb my landscape, like graffiti …Read more

I want a seed to grow me fat to push my belly into the world …Read more

in my dream I fall like you dividing for a second or two the stacks of poste restante water which flow round the piers like ice …Read more

2am: sleep has not come for me. Bells thresh against the double-glazing like wheat. …Read more

O Cleopatra, darken your eye. I loved you how you were. You are a cell. Whittling while I work …Read more

Come, the mighty, slumbering under your hill no giants sleeping but goodwill inside of us …Read more