Horses — four Carriage — one New clothes — six sets A minor fortune lost It is always like this When something goes missing Between here...

I'm not a poet, but I like to write. I like to think about sentences that turn and twist and feel like they're about to peter out — only...

I had an idea—three lines, turned and polished with wax and oil and whatever else wood and rock and glass need to astound the...

Flickers of light haunt the edges of my vision like will-o'-the-wisps in bogs and marshes or flashing headlights on the street below as...

Someone somewhere said that the sky is falling. Tilting my head back, I look up. The clouds have split into a quilt ripped at the seams....

The signs are all off. I can't read them anymore. A pressure here, a dull ache there used to tell me the time of the month. A downpour, a...

The snow is twelve inches deep where people don't walk. Winding paths disappear under layers and layers, only visible by the outline of...

They talk about a golden sunset and a pink dawn, but forget the soft warmth of a sunrise that merges them both. Soft white and gold coat...

We flitter like shopping lists and napkins in the wind, used, discarded, tools to remind ourselves of what we need. Food. Health. Across...

blue ice is cold ice is layers of crystallised layers merged into rolling plasticity that grinds the rock and digs digs digs until it...

The birds come out again at midnight, twittering, whistling, chirping. Or maybe it is first now, emerging from the haze induced by...

She figures herself as a scientist, or perhaps someone doing a jigsaw, as she examines and rearranges the pieces of his body, readjusting...

We rise at dawn with fury in our eyes, dreams still burning bright within our hearts and minds, muscles tensing as we prepare to take on...

I pick up a shell encrusted with corals and plan to bring it home. Let it sit in the window, between the basil and the fruit basket. The...

We clinked our champaign glasses and said "go to the gym once a week" "go on a diet" "read a book a day" "start an online course" "move...

A spider spins a weave over my bed, clambering with legs moving mechanically and I can almost imagine the taptaptap of claws tapping...

He sits on the porch when the storm arrives, wind and rain hurling hail at his feet like heaps of pearls washed up by a raging sea to...

The first years of my life I slept in a hollow under a curl of ferns dripping with dew, eating blueberries straight from the heather with...

The rumble shakes me awake and sends me stumbling across the room to unplug the charger. I sit in darkness and observe the hammering rain...

I saw him outside the corner shop the other day. He sat cross-legged on the pavement, playing hauntingly on a kalimba. Singing in two...