Lizzie Siddal in the Bath My fourth drowning this week. For the first hour I float, removed to a muffled world, white tin beneath my…
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…
On Clouds Accumulated exhalations of the oceans, future shadows, horizon’s trees, how in heaps, layers and curls of hair through thermal convection or frontal lifting…
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…
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…
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