Failure I am a snagged stitch – I tug my knitting unravelled to shapelessness I am a blunt pencil – I chew my worn stub taste words I...

Druridge Bay bell notes shimmer hang in the air ring and rhyme and shower shore-wards they ripple out whipped egg-white foam then...

When Pigs Can Fly one day when pigs can fly we’ll be at peace with males ancients who deny we are equal to them assume we...

Wasted Bone-deep aches anchor him to his sour bed. Outside, rainfall makes laundry impractical to contemplate. Once, he recalls, vigour...