This time and these stars and this smoke rising. Your hands on the girl and her hands on stone, the night so black the sound travels years to meet itself at the start.   CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN

Train coming around the tracks

The silence was the most disturbing part. The whole world standing staring at these metal sinews tripped and quick-frozen. Now with summer at its heaviest, the air burning with the ingratitude of August and the back-and-forthing of combines. There’s been much hail — we’ve huddled tsk-tsking, watching the sky like a felon. What did we…


Suspended as though held by hands, I am silent as a fish, hiding my cumbersome legs.               Lie back, lie back,   they say, as the girls dance a shocking blue.