Lovers by the Ice-Age Tarn
Lovers by the ice-age tarn locked within the season’s frame tender to the ancient sun all their urgent naked…
Flesh and Steel
I remember the blurred lilies Of his tattoos How the thorny gutturals of desert battles And rubbled towns in…
Old Bones for Soup
Wherever I happen to go my skeleton goes too: bone argues with bone And this is something new; I…
Too Much Vettriano
He awakes in a midnight of Brilliantine and chiffon. The streamline headlights Of a million hunched roadsters trawl the…
Kicking Against the Navicular
I have my father’s feet: rotten roots of a leafless tree. Chipped as the old block, they’re medieval potatoes,…
Two Translated Poems
Jules Laforgue VI: Commonplace Death O pariah! And all that business of Maytime once more; All you do is repeat…
Naxos Harbour
Dusty trucks trundle to the port with chunks of pink-veined marble. Buses swerve inland and light like liquid pours…
Io’s Sisters
The usual English summer: early heat stoking speedwell, dog’s mercury stealing a march, then months of drizzle until rosehips…
Lawn and Leaves
On the wind, the leaves come down like birds Flocking to a lawn where the grass is green and…
Brindle Revisited
A sour wind howls down Duxon Hill, weeds lengthen in the cobbled yard, the lime trees on the lawn…
A Month in the Country
XVII How many kinds of mist? And times of mist? How many places for the mist to close over…