Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell. Falling in love is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart like a tiger ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the...Learn More

She goes for the sound of the words, the beauty they hold in the movement they make on the air, the shape of the breath of a word leaving her lips like a whistle or kiss. So Hyperion's tips mean nothing to her, the form, the favourites, whether the going is heavy or firm, the horse a stinker or first time blinkered. It's words she picks, names...Learn More

I tend the mobile now like an injured bird We text, text, text our significant words. I re-read your first, your second, your third, look for your small xx, feeling absurd. The codes we send arrive with a broken chord. I try to picture your hands, their image is blurred. Nothing my thumbs press will ever be heard....Learn More

Not tonight, I'm dreaming in the heart of the honeyed dark in a boat of a bed in the attic room in a house on the edge of the park where the wind in the big old trees creaks like an ark. Not tomorrow, I'm dreaming till dusk turns to dawn - dust, must, most, moot, moon, mown, down - with my hand over an open unread book, a bird that's never flown ....Learn More

No vows written to wed you, I write them white, my lips on yours, light in the soft hours of our married years. No prayers written to bless you, I write them white, your soul a flame, bright in the window of your maiden name. No laws written to guard you, I write them white, your hand in mine, palm against palm, lifeline, heartline. No rules...Learn More