Visiting Mary I visit the place I imagine her in.I practice walking the tall grassto the stony house,the bit of rock they’ve left, a candleto mark she was there,that […]

        Grief is like a miracle   like opening your mouth for water, and finding rain. You stand for days outside the body of a silent church. Snow […]

          Allotment Evening   You left the fire burning. The smoke stirred like a person moving among the brassicas and twine, and for a moment we thought […]

        Death in the form of a child   When you came alive, I leant in, a red flower to your whisper. What you said, was dark. Darkness, […]