POEM ALONE

Light that pulls itself against the leaning pine, aligns itself with uninvited air. My broken toe, my torn shirt, my asymmetrical heartstran...

Gas man told us not to walk out on the flats At low tide because "every year we lose a visitor Out there by the bend, they get all mesm...

I wonder if minds other than my own occasionally consider what exact moves they’d use                   to beat the ever-living hell        ...

Easier to live in the shade with our dogs than beneath the sun with the boys. To sit in the sun and feel our skin crinkle. Feel what it woul...

Tell me, did you touch these palm trees, Dad? Did you look at the immense field of lilies? Did you stop for an instant with the camera in yo...

Eyes, located on tentacles, see light and dark, shadow. No colour flowers their world, no focus to see the details. And yet the lower tentac...

He’s too afraid to name the storm clouds building up behind her eyes: it’s another migraine, it’s not, it’s something worse, and they won’t ...

We lead you up the garden path with promises of a pig in a poke or a quickie behind the tool shed or a pissing contest or some such shit onl...

The Antikythera Mechanism is an ancient Greek hand-powered orrery variously dated to a period between 87 BC and 205 BC, and retrieved from t...

if, against the rush of our Monday workday,   beside an alleyway trash bin and the city’s inevitable detritus –   empty pint glasses, kebab ...