You ask about the wolves. The reports are unclear, but it is said that they are without number. When they…

In this language ‘star’: the hard ‘t’ an unlovely metallic grain, the ‘ar’ a lingering heat. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaI prefer ‘seren’: a…

  Rough on my skin are the moments your absence turns more and more thin and sharp-spined are the cactuses…

  Of all the mysteries the elephant, he said – on whose back he took a strolling seasick ride south…

Not wishing for a moment to be upstaged by clouds of blowsy blossom that cannot stay although they are the…

We were cutting the holly tree down to size, Lopping the branches and scything off leaves That pricked our fingers,…

  Where does my son go when he speaks in tongues? I worry for him. I want to call him…

  Weak with the dawn, With a thin grey light seeping in Just below your absence and just below Everything…

  (Malpas, Truro) What force is at work scripting this egg yolk, Sculpting the wet tangle of the shelled bird?…

  A million fields between Amsterdam and Berlin, sewn together by hedgerows and fences into a limitless skin that covers…

  When I was fourteen I lost my soul in the great depression of the Seventies it slipped away in…