Where your Breath Now Waits
To hear your voice To hear it fall back into this night Where your breath now waits, Too hot…
Broken Statues
After George Seferis Trees are breathing the darkened calm of the dead. A river flows through my hands yet…
I Have Been Thinking of You So Loudly
I have been thinking of you so loudly that perhaps as you walked down the street you turned on…
The Hyacinths
Pressed in the soil’s black web, nursed by the rough offhand embrace of frost, the hyacinths turn in their…
Angry Birds
My father is watching his father die on a lime-green pillow. The tumours nestle in his crotch like the…
Pebble Play
Evening. The gathered day hangs in unfinished spaces: gateless lawn, a garage door propped with waste metal I work…
Anarchist Sun
Taste, red one! Smell swaying white winds, look hard at the universe: Sun, gold glittering stars, look until you…
South Armagh
A bruised sun in a March sky. Along the border army watchtowers scan hill and gorse. Beware the road…
Kilburn Park Station
rising on the escalator under violet lights, all is eclipsed by the brightness pouring down from the oval glass…
Speak My Name
After Rumi O nameless One, O stranger, O you who stand at the open door as if wanting to…
Polyphemus’ Song
I play the ogre still for their Sicilian tale, though I can sing as true as Tereus’ nightingale. The laurel…
Scales in B
‘A little ladder of sound’ – W. S. Graham For Ben Bede lived with the secret of the carol,…
Sechs kleine Klavierstücke, Op.19, no.6
mit sehr zartem Ausdruck – Arnold Schoenberg’s direction in score Here is Mahler’s musical postmortem, his 4/4 dirges laid…
The Wolves of Chernobyl
You ask about the wolves. The reports are unclear, but it is said that they are without number. When they…
The Clock of Life
Rough on my skin are the moments your absence turns more and more thin and sharp-spined are the cactuses…
Darwin in Mauritius
Of all the mysteries the elephant, he said – on whose back he took a strolling seasick ride south…
The Flame Trees of Trou aux Biches
Not wishing for a moment to be upstaged by clouds of blowsy blossom that cannot stay although they are the…
One-Armed Bandits i. m. D. P. 1950-2006
We were cutting the holly tree down to size, Lopping the branches and scything off leaves That pricked our fingers,…
Weak with the Dawn
Weak with the dawn, With a thin grey light seeping in Just below your absence and just below Everything…