Death came and sat at my table. The head of a sunflower in his hands. Empty of seeds, it shone. An architectural amazement. Death began...

Sibilant Star Song I wake at midnight. A window glow is parting the soft darkness. Stars. I see stars. Wrapping a shawl around my...

I try my best to hide the shock but we both know that death has left a shadow on the skin that stretches over your bones. Always upright,...

Lost in the long grass garden somewhere amongst clover, at the foot of the buttercups - one red shoe. As I persuade the tired dirt from...