• necessary

    Its eyes are orange stones, staring nowhere and everywhere, hiding a mystery, a mind. Every feather that lines its back, creates its wings, defines its tail is black: an ancient and sacred darkness. Gripping the rim of the birdbath it stretches its Nick Cave neck and caws the old long notes that mark the morning.… Read more

  • breathing

    (London to Dublin 2005) Up like a shot off a shovel in Aer Lingus’s shamrock embrace seatfabric woven with the writings of Joyce and Yeats sky melds with sea in a one of blue plane if you fall fall now Captain’s longsentence voice how arr ye ladies and gentlemen welcome flight attendant you OK there… Read more

  • if I give up, things will come right, so everyone saysif I tell you I have given up on youif your response to that is to rush joyfully into the distanceif I turn my head to hide my tearsif I walk away if I am quietif I do not speakif I walk for long enough… Read more

  • Victorian writer Lisa Wardle has interviewed me on her blog “because writing is my vice”. I’m the first in her 2012 poets series. While you’re there, check out the novelists from 2011. Read more

  • The moon is not yet a cellblock or somewhere to fly to / on a good night it flings its sliver or slice or circular song through the flungout tornup clothes of the clouds / on a good night the moon is not a dusty chemical yellow it is silver through the surviving trees through… Read more

  • List of 2011 publications. Chapbook with PressPress. Zine. Poem recorded by choir Haga MottettkOr (Sweden). Poems in journals: Westerly, Tuesday Poem, Cottonmouth, Badger’s Dozen, Creatrix Read more