Poems
A Theatre Supper
I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…
Sometimes it’s Better to Give than to Receive
I can see your teeth clench with rage at the gift I have pressed on you, which manoeuvres you into…
A Theatre Supper
I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…
My First Love
I made the mistake of getting in touch with him twenty years after – invited him to stay. He was…
My First Love
I made the mistake of getting in touch with him twenty years after – invited him to stay. He was…
My First Love
I made the mistake of getting in touch with him twenty years after – invited him to stay. He was…
The Origin of Poetry
Forgive the figure curled like a question mark in the corner no one speaks his language He tried to read…
The Origin of Poetry
Forgive the figure curled like a question mark in the corner no one speaks his language He tried to read…
The Origin of Poetry
Forgive the figure curled like a question mark in the corner no one speaks his language He tried to read…
Making
On these long, fruitful days, the Rioja which captures the sun of other Julys, is relaxing us, as is the…
Making
On these long, fruitful days, the Rioja which captures the sun of other Julys, is relaxing us, as is the…
Making
On these long, fruitful days, the Rioja which captures the sun of other Julys, is relaxing us, as is the…
My Future
I am your memories. They are not me. So it feels strange to be remembered by These relics of my…
My Future
I am your memories. They are not me. So it feels strange to be remembered by These relics of my…
My Future
I am your memories. They are not me. So it feels strange to be remembered by These relics of my…
Eva Remembers Her Two Brothers Called James
When she thinks (if she does) of the first James it is of a six-year-old who died when she was…
Eva Remembers Her Two Brothers Called James
When she thinks (if she does) of the first James it is of a six-year-old who died when she was…
Eva Remembers Her Two Brothers Called James
When she thinks (if she does) of the first James it is of a six-year-old who died when she was…
Memory
While in the mirror I’m an aging face More or less the same day after day, In the mind’s darker…
Memory
While in the mirror I’m an aging face More or less the same day after day, In the mind’s darker…
Memory
While in the mirror I’m an aging face More or less the same day after day, In the mind’s darker…
Approaching Little Big Horn
All spring the scattered bands gathered, the People, the Human Beings, all those like themselves on this earth — Lakota…
Approaching Little Big Horn
All spring the scattered bands gathered, the People, the Human Beings, all those like themselves on this earth — Lakota…
Approaching Little Big Horn
All spring the scattered bands gathered, the People, the Human Beings, all those like themselves on this earth — Lakota…
Landings
On our anniversary, you drag the sofa-bed into the old conservatory. The January moon swells to cliché and under a…
