Category Archives: Writing

They dug up another bomb in Frankfurt today.The flowing clouds never blinked nor pausedand neither do we.We pack our bags like we’re heading off on an adventure,not scared in the slightest,but I back up my work just in caseand carry … Continue reading →

On the day she diedan egret flew low over our heads,each feather sharply shadowedon its snow-carved wings. There are pieces of her in me.The one-sided heat of a gas fireand the patina on her teaspoons. The particular cold of a … Continue reading →

My place is empty and my duties undone.Other people must phone the florist,scour for photos and pick out the nicest blousesfrom the wardrobe, the ones she liked best.Where am I? Don’t accuse me of running.I am not running, I amwalking, … Continue reading →

I am waiting for news at the end of the worldin a high place surrounded by cloudswhere the snow falls upwards. My ears are radar dishesstraining into spaceto catch the quiver of dead sounds.As if there’s a sacred resonance where … Continue reading →

The purest note pierces the grubbiest cornerof the Hauptbahnhof shopping concourse. Something in the heart of the escalatorhas caught,a moving shudder, a feeling gasp, and a piccolo burst of postmodern birdsongslides breathy-rosined through the airat sensitive intervals. A masterful dissonancefalls … Continue reading →

One of those buildingsthat you’re never quite sure what it’s for.Offices, probably,but then there are those art projectsfilling the ground floor rooms,the paintings pinned to the windows.A college? Night classes?You’ll never know now,because the insides have been sucked dry,those windows … Continue reading →

I have decided that today I will smile.It’s raining and yesterday I made soupand stayed away from the news,so today I step neatly out of waysand wait my turn,and when I avoid collision with a small childtrailing like a kiteI … Continue reading →

I don’t do this very often, so let’s get it over with. Am I happy with it yet? Not really, but when was the last time I was happy with something I wrote? Exactly. A Break-Up Letter So firstly, England, … Continue reading →