Verse

Epithalamion

(a song to cover the cries of a bride; the commemoration of a definitive marriage; to be at the threshold) I know how to cook rice, now. I have eaten cakes ... Read more

Three Poems

Root causes We were so poor we didn’t know it. On cloudless nights we looked for the moon so we could howl at something that wasn’t our stomachs. On the nigh... Read more

One Poem

You are earth and death. Your season is darkness and silence. No living thing is more remote than you from the dawn. When you appear to wake you are onl... Read more

Four Poems

Vanishing Act Only two out of ten people die in Abu Dhabi, the rest simply fail to have their visas renewed; they are bagged, tagged and placed on the next a... Read more

¡Qué tontos los ingleses!

Brexit feels personal. In my late teens I lived in Madrid, the solar plexus of the body of main-land Spain. I spend my life returning to it, now, an always-retu... Read more