The Village that Vanished   All the bitter day waves smash into Smugglers’ Cove and Byer’s Hole. The sky has failed to …

        Six Months Away   (After Robert Lowell)   Discharged as ‘homeless’, then to a room that felt wilfully hostile (lurid curtains and …

        My father believes in Triclavianism   Inner parts of a grinder, Dead batteries, bulbs, Steel tub of a washer, A few metal …

        Last   In the religion of my dad one story is that a temple lamp lasts not forever but just a little …

        madonna   there’s no art in america, it’s all sugar & war. – sophie robinson   i wake up dreaming i’ve made …

        The Burial   And when the pestilence passed through the second time We stood stunned in the wreckage of our lives. I …

        The Elegance of a Simple Soul   Utterly out of place a sloth in a dark café movements too slow to be …

        Ash   He found out I smoked the day I went off to university, and disapproved, of course, but nothing he could …

        When Landscape Becomes Woman   I was eight when I looked through a keyhole and saw my mother in the drawing room …

Picture Credit: Paul Musso Hay Festival 2019           If Heaven is Her Father’s Land, Her Father Can Keep It   Let the …