Naxos HarbourPoetry Dusty trucks trundle to the port with chunks of pink-veined marble. Buses swerve inland and light like liquid pours…
Two PoemsPoetryThe Willow Pattern Above and beyond the bridge, the willow, a pair of doves like tattooed swallows contorting on a…
HungerPoetry I was in a foreign country: the fishermen and the oilmen home from the rigs gave us dirty notes…
FloraFiction I came across her first in Kew Gardens. I watched her scrambling over the rocks of the rockery, and…