You are still half asleep when you feel her run her fingers through your hair. Wordlessly you turn and let her untangle the knots, then...

They taste of nothing beyond a tinge of sweetness tucked behind calloused fingers on metallic strings and pits of wild cherries shot like...

Sometimes he feels like the walls have absorbed his words. White, silent, they stare back at him and slowly wipe the thoughts of...

To walk the shelf is a precarious affair when droplets of the ocean water spray your feet and calves with each wave that shakes the...

They tumble through the heather, their eyes weeping the delighted tears of hearts healed around old arrows that refuse to budge. Now an...

This is an admission: I have no fear of heights. Standing on a peak does not make my head swivel or my knees tremble. Standing on a...

"Growing up": getting a steady income; finding a pleasant job; a private home; a partner; holidays; dealing responsibly with issues;...

You find the bones of your childhood in the backyard where we used to play in the castles we used to build among the sharpened-down butts...

The sand is still warm from a day spent in the sun. It collapses under my feet, until my heels sink down and my toes point up as the...

I know that you will come: dressed in flickering white or flowering red and blue, your face will arrive before me to remind me of the...

There's a moss-covered nest in the gutter, pressed up beneath the tiles of the roof. Three stories up, it's a hidden tower, unnoticed by...

Grandma knits. You know this. You see her in her armchair by the radio whenever you stop by after school. You wear one of her woollen...

You sit in the field behind the house, arms locked around your knees. You are far enough away to see the stars. The moon moves among them...

I have had a bad day, you say. I see, he says. His rocking chair is worn, his wrinkled fingers permanently locked around the armrests....

She often hears that poetry should be written by male poets to praise the lovely muses, female dreams of erotic desires, or by women...

"Orchids suck moisture from the air," his mother tells him. "That's why they have aerial roots." The glass bowl is large, heavy with...

wooden pearls trickle between her fingers droplets plink plink plink into silence ripples carry to the shore hugging the crystalline...

She woke up feeling like she could conquer the world. For a minute her mind soared and there was strength in her muscles, grip in her...

A movie paused in the middle of a chase becomes a tableau: grass, branches, startled deer whizzing by in streaks of light now caught in a...

I want to capture the warmth under my palm, the silence of lapping waves on a sunny day when the seagulls have flown out to harass a...