[6 June 2019] We wander down to the wharf, empty street, empty water, empty bags in hand, and ponder there a little while, like a woman on the birthing table, watching the sun set over the water and fade into the land: anaesthetised, but expectant. You smile, and your eyes dim. The sea-salt spray washes…

[4 June 2019] June, and construction noise mingles with the smell of donuts and car exhaust and slips down the alleyway between the church and the brothel and fan out across the highways and the lakes and the fields and the chrysanthemums bloom out from underneath the manhole cover on 23rd Street.

[30 May 2019] There will be a time when, Finally, then, at the end We will find ourselves – caught between a knowing And a not-knowing, the hour Of twilight, if you like, where I will ask you to suspend The notion of sleepless nights and cardboard cut-outs (Signalling something greater but losing half the…