Poems

A Theatre Supper

13 September 2014 9:00 am

I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…

My First Love

30 August 2014 9:00 am

I made the mistake of getting in touch with him twenty years after – invited him to stay. He was…

The Origin of Poetry

23 August 2014 9:00 am

Forgive the figure curled like a question mark in the corner no one speaks his language He tried to read…

Making

2 August 2014 9:00 am

On these long, fruitful days, the Rioja which captures the sun of other Julys, is relaxing us, as is the…

My Future

26 July 2014 9:00 am

I am your memories. They are not me. So it feels strange to be remembered by These relics of my…

Eva Remembers Her Two Brothers Called James

21 June 2014 8:00 am

When she thinks (if she does) of the first James it is of a six-year-old who died when she was…

Memory

14 June 2014 8:00 am

While in the mirror I’m an aging face More or less the same day after day,   In the mind’s darker…

Approaching Little Big Horn

31 May 2014 9:00 am

All spring the scattered bands gathered, the People, the Human Beings, all those like themselves on this earth — Lakota…

Landings

24 May 2014 9:00 am

On our anniversary, you drag the sofa-bed   into the old conservatory. The January moon     swells to cliché and under a…

This is Anfield

17 May 2014 9:00 am

Living up to its fabled buzz, the Kop roared and rose even before kick-off. Down in the main stand I…

Mnemonic

3 May 2014 9:00 am

Nothing I write will be as durable as the rhyme for remembering the genders of third declension nouns, stuck in…

Preset Image Valentine

19 April 2014 9:00 am

Intimacy these days discomforts. More our style is the park or the pub, or three-minded chess with young Kasparov. A…

Single Mum

12 April 2014 9:00 am

Scarborough 1939 Mum’s slipping on her see-through dress. Outside our council house a chauffered Rolls is waiting. It’s a beautiful…

A Mixed Ability Room

5 April 2014 9:00 am

the english foxhound likes to bay his enemy is the wind instead of grief he feels relief at every innovative…

A Short Attachment

22 March 2014 9:00 am

I was in love for a whole week after Episode One: Your voice so tender, so knowledgeable, your slender hands…

Lapwing

15 March 2014 9:00 am

Lapwing leans against the wind, First hint of changing season Come to turn the soil to stone And bring the…

this is a message

22 February 2014 9:00 am

As I make my way to the greenhouses a seagull kills me in its pure white throat. Quiet in the…

Meeting in the Small Hours

15 February 2014 9:00 am

He was there again in the small hours: not this time in a dream, but in a dream of dreaming.…

Zeteticism

8 February 2014 9:00 am

Whatever savants say, the world is flat, not round; the ships that crowd the bay are for its limit bound.…

Tulips

1 February 2014 9:00 am

My love arrived with tulips, ‘ten for a fiver’, picked up from the supermarket at the end of the street.…

American Night

18 January 2014 9:00 am

All in the half-dark, we watch the dead playing the parts of the living, in roles we have seen before:…

Time to Go

11 January 2014 9:00 am

Feeling my age, too soon too tired, Whatever gifts I had no more required, I am a hireling called in…

Unpacking in Bangkok

4 January 2014 9:00 am

And then a dozen Muddy miraculous hares Sprang out of the suitcase, Bounding round and round The hotel suite, Drumming…

Skymap Says We’re Nowhere Near Home

19 October 2013 9:00 am

In Economy’s cramped haul it’s all I ever watch. Our course is laid on screen before me, a dotted line…

Movement

19 October 2013 9:00 am

Ten minutes — or less — before we step down at one of the ‘London Terminals’, ploughed land restarts and…