Becoming a Ghost was Easy When you closed your eyes I let the communion of silence dissolve on my sugar-frosted tongue and circulate...

Table 9 Table 9 in The Kanteen Frankie the boxer shows his teeth and doesn't mean it Toasted kofta baguette, carrot cake & a pot of tea...

On the back of my hand I found a strand of your hair silky and clinging I flicked then pulled then yanked it off then watched it float...

Ines and the flood A committee clustered like an opulent brooch the day the river broke its banks after days of hard rain. A vagrant...

The Lover She taught me her language the way it should be how to roll it around on my tongue, how to let its silk sharpness slip down my...

Ode to a Bruised Thumb Born through the crack of a door, Big Bang brought forth seismic convulsions, earthquake, labour pains, delirious...

Black Bear Dreams I'm getting slow under the blank day sky. I've worked the heat days and the cubs are alive. It will soon be longsleep....

drink gin(ger) and call me at noon this is not a spoiler of the end, but the apocalypse is in autumn – i saw an angel's notebook once and...

rolling over rolling over and over down and down in your sequined dress alive with light and damp with dew rushing back to the top for...

untethering she sits on the shore and shakes the marrow in her heavy bones, tries to dream   her waters awake thinks herself   rock-hot...

Before my daily cigarette Lied to the bread seller Bruised my left pinky Washed away pipe dreams Argued for risotto & onions to fill up...

Institution Garden Our half-moon garden is surrounded by a tall fence with an overhang at the top and a padlocked gate. Is it designed to...

Navigators The people who catch the ear are walking, in the white space of her journal, orbiting margins from Cockermouth, Coniston,...

After all, they are ridiculous A weigh-station, a border control office without guards. They slink in with gnawing and noises deep in the...

Aeneas in the Twenty-First Century for Samuel and Thomas Nouwen-Cooper In early dark or morning light those prayers the ancients offered...

Dear Little Sandwich In order to feed this story, once upon a time I took to skipping my way through too many assurance sandwiches,...

Silence Silence stands in the hallway all night says she doesn't need to sleep. In the morning she is in the chair waiting. Sometimes she...

Edgeless Today I lack spark charmless as plain biscuits sharp as a butter knife in a doll's house. Then it hits: my God I've lost my edge...

My Mother Is a Double Entendre Her messages are not always spiteful. So much of the time they bolster me, uplift me in all their...

Two from Animals Silent in Darkness Palais Dancing like this, they might wrong-foot each other. And have. They dip and rise and turn and...

Dr Fran Lock is a some-time itinerant dog whisperer, the author of seven poetry collections and of numerous chapbooks, most recently...

Josephine Balmer writes: "After hearing his nephew sing one of Sappho's lyric songs, the Athenian lawgiver Solon ordered the boy to teach...

The Mudlark Army Next to clay pipes, bones washed from graves, any number of pins, she sometimes finds toy soldiers, little men abandoned...

Shoots Waiting for the first shoots Hurts. Hurry, she whispers Every morning, the first light Gathering the soil, her song Guiding the...