Our Pet Mother If only she would come down from the mountain and be like one of the chinchillas Mr Chapman spent eleven years coaxing, we...

Perseus Looks Back After Perseus cuts off Medusa’s head in Sarpedon, the land of her exile, he uses it to save Andromeda from a...

Flight Time Most of the rope is out of the water paid from a coil wound tight as a tourniquet around the high fat branch of a...

Leopard Bathing © Amelia Waiz The Bath (after Keith Wilson) In response to Leopard Bathing by Amelia Waiz white belly and base dressed in...

A Different Stroke Riding directly into October's morning sun, all the white reflecting, light rivering into us off the long rain-skinned...

Gull poem Oh happy gull, your call & echo yours alone. Grey day angel, papered streets silvered in your piss-ghost likeness. Made of...

Some Kind of Salvation The Tsar is often away, dealing with dignitaries and on business he decides doesn't concern her. Vasilisa's dress...

The Breaking of Day I feel it just before dawn. A frowning moon yawns and shifts in the deep sleep of space. Stars stir restlessly in the...

Those Here, Imagined Or Extinct Somewhere around the shoulders there's a weight – the weight of a small bird or the hand of a child or...

A Sweating Vision September arrives late for class sweaty, her fresh face caked with beginnings and sunflower pollen. She wears knockout,...

No end but God Friday afternoon is needlework. We are smocking rows of honeycomb and bullion into green gingham when every class is...

Symbols, Emblems, Metaphors Someone stretched a clothesline across a woods road and hung a new blue flannel-lined shirt and a placard...

A Fable for the 21st century Existing is plagiarism – EM Cioran There is no end to unknowing. We read papers. Wrap fish in yesterday's...

The Angel of Furtive Eschatologies Hand-in-hand to the boneyard... that half-heard seamless note – the city's tinnitus – gone as if she...

"the courage to be repulsive" Fragments after Claude Cahun they built this body to house a false haunting. the heart is irrational...

Hector's Inscribed child's leather sole, Wallbrook, London, 290 CE Now, suddenly, he was wearing shoes. I remember that first pair. He...

The Birds She got used to the birds flying around the house except for the days when their cawing filtered through the floorboards and...

Eratigena Atrica There's a giant house spider on the wall; it slips and drops into my singing bowl. I'm thinking of the spider that fell...

After cataract surgery Daily she wakes to the infinite variations clouds play on the sun, the sliver of light between blind and wall no...

The Inn to Heaven When the dark-skinned stranger arranged six glasses of whisky on the counter, each a tiny chalice, the lights dimmed....

Mid-to-Late Motherhood In this instant, geese fly away from the palm of my domed sky on the way to somewhere warmer. For months, the sun...

Glymur and the crossing we take a path through an arctic edge a way of late lupin leaves starred with rolling beads of mercury our way...

Photograph by Denise Setterington Elegy Written on the Back of a Fag Packet The park sycamore is wearing its seasonal jacket, all misty...

Nettle Children Remember when your heart knew how to mend itself and all that really mattered were the pedals of a grifter bike. And the...