Slipping She has eight days to check each morning’s haul, to claim her own. Every week, since his boat sailed up the Thames to Rotherhithe…
Reflections Hush boys, keep your hissed whispers to yourselves, and listen… to the water bubbling fruitfully, coloured with all the pastel of a bruise. See…
Early Morning Swim I’m too early to swim so I kill time wandering through Brixton, the moon still out over Atlantic Road, Electric Avenue. It’s…
Solo A day from home she feels as tall as the mast she lashed one roaring night, radio down, listing but alive. When the uncharted…
The Lake at Night The lake at night is still, The surface smooth as paper And black as heaven’s ink. Stars are written on the…
The Final Raindrop A crowd has gathered, everyone on Earth Stands on the ocean bed, Staring into the sky. They are waiting: It was measured…
The Third Story of the Country House at Aegae I reflect on the rain. I asked for you, When I was on the cross, “I’m…
I Made Time Stop Obviously the first thing that comes to mind is a dripping tap Or a gushing tap gushing ad apparent infinitum And…
A Soldier Posted to the Antarctic 1920 Why does the Eskimo batman wear a jacket made from sponges? We put our wolf suits on at…
The NCLA Water Poetry Competition Award Ceremony at Northern Stage, led by judges W.N. Herbert and John Burnside. These images were taken on 23rd February…
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