prose

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…