Poems

Love-making in Water

17 August 2013 9:00 am

Seals — well, they rhyme with steel — can stand the cold. And they can even dive and mate at…

Siempre

3 August 2013 9:00 am

I am not jealous. If you arrived with a man on your back, or a hundred men hanging in the…

Walking

27 July 2013 9:00 am

One moment basking in the sun, the next knee-deep in snow astonished at the way these tracks must have filled…

Outplacements

20 July 2013 9:00 am

He said, it’s a structural workforce imbalanceand I thought where’s the scope for a man of your talents? He said,…

Wind

13 July 2013 9:00 am

Invisible hand that jangles the lantern over the porch and tells the leaves on the pond to imagine they are…

The Colours of London

6 July 2013 9:00 am

(after Yoshio Markino, 1911) Colours of women, a grey-veiled pink, a bloom Fading to yellow, stippled, dust-hung, flecked Soot startling…

Seals (Iona)

8 June 2013 9:00 am

No angels listen when you cry out here, but seals rise up to see, and criticize perhaps, as you intone…

Cataclysm

25 May 2013 9:00 am

It came at last, the letting-go, Up over the hill and down our street — The end of time had,…

War Stories

11 May 2013 9:00 am

The mental battle over Sunday roast: mum, my brother and myself trying our best to look interested, so he wouldn’t…

The Drowners

27 April 2013 9:00 am

They have done this before, the two lovers, each believing the other is drowning – parting their lips as the…

The Property of Michael Gray, If Found

6 April 2013 9:00 am

A sample of things people should know about, or have heard of, whether they’re 12 or not: George Washington, George…

Wingless Words

23 March 2013 9:00 am

Let us praise poets who are not afraid of Therefore – or of other wingless words that do what they…

The Scarf

16 February 2013 9:00 am

I saw Christine Lagarde outside The Wellcome Trust with a trolley case. She was wearing my scarf — the scarf…

Why Some People Read Poetry

15 September 2012 9:00 am

(After W.S. Merwin) Because you know already if you didn’t you would have to make that appointment which means you…

The Unborn

8 September 2012 8:00 am

mooch about and waste time starting things they’ll never finish. The next world is nothing to them but shadows, some…

Birds in the Blue Night

1 September 2012 8:00 am

Not birds I know, dank-feathered, inky-eyed, spinning in a ring until one breaks free, flies in. And already I am…