Poem for Wednesday Oh, humpback of the week, yardstick of productivity, all to play for, seesaw pivot of possibility. Is your gaze holding mine for fractionally longer than necessary a […]

The Cat Comes to Me —after Heather McHugh The future looks like death to me from here standing behind you, in the musty basement where the cat is cornered. You […]

What something in me listens —after Ilya Kaminsky I try to hear the people breathing in parkades and the sound of talking over Molotov cocktails over making them and later […]

Outrider her soul goes ahead to Umbria a slow traveller on horseback by boat in turns sends a note home after a few days don’t worry I’ve prepared a place […]