Vase

Vase I was never going to be able to fix you but I would have held your hand as you slowly fell apart kept your fragments swept into a pile for when you were ready to glue yourself back together then I would have placed sunflowers in you like planting windmills into sandcastles and I …

First lines

First lines This is the end of the poem the next line is nothing pissing away into the wind its time on earth then you realise you've been learning to aim all your life spent it scribbling your name in the snow watching its brief acid gold eat its way into the white you slash …

Nuthatch

  Nuthatch Sleek as a stealth bomber tiny space shuttle clad in slate breast still cooling from re-entry found your home now amongst the shadows channelling your inner serpent creeping over the old skin of the trees scenting sunlight further up but no desire to return to the empyrean feeding on the crumbs in the creases of …