prose

Lunch

The man used to think that cars grew on trees. He imagined them growing like apples or lemons, weighing down the boughs of trees until they snapped and the cars…

from ‘swims’

swims is a long poem documenting wild swims across the UK. swims starts and end in Devon, my home county, moving through Somerset, Surrey, the Lake District, London, Wales and…

PAULETTE JONGUITUD - MILDEW

Mildew

Never forgive, I said that morning just as I do every morning, by the window, waiting for dawn. Never forgive. Whom? Constanza? Which one of them? Never forgive her, the…

Corbel Stone Press - Reliquiae III

Reliquiae

If writing is an act of preservation, it is a flawed one. Words change their meanings, books rot, papers burn, whole libraries are lost to time. The longevity of a…

A Fixed Vocabulary

Is there a word for arriving home after a hot day and finding the place changed, as if everything has been picked up for inspection and put back down in…

Hackney marshes

The Rapture

I dreamed I was the only one left in the world. It was a Friday. I was going to see you all Monday. I went to the marshes on Friday…

Washington Heights

When It Breaks

When the side of the building falls, it is a spring morning, April, not yet dawn. And there is no warning. The crack was there for a long time, all…