Would you maybe like to read what I write about food?

  March 31, 2014 at 10:52am



Where there is a fated feeling
unstitch : unseam it

Outpoured till unpicked
like a storm : outwait it

Fade its time like a pallor
when the sun unmakes it

Not your hands but watch hands
that will always unhem it

Till dreamlike it is unrecalled
Deem it.

  March 19, 2014 at 08:27pm

Curled like blown glass
is blown : cross these waves dark
 : like wine is dark :
 : these wine-dark waves :

Cursed with unutterance
I’ve swallowed these drumfulls
 : glass learned over glass :
 : this temptresstuous sea :

Curved lungfulls of tresses
stir only to stoke
the breath in this breast
& the rest must be set
 : like a bonebreak is set :
 : stifled cast still :
 : drunk until full
on wax-white wine.



More fated than ease
than this doubtful cease
 : to seize and stop
this mouth its motion

Halting like halting
a river to run-on :

Haltless at vaunt :
the grey water folds

holdless as drowning :
this teething of sense

 : grinlike emergent :
Fire knowing no ceasefire

Open as a crocus
this mouth’s wet smile.

  January 31, 2014 at 04:28pm


Driven so long
up the lowroad’s long spine
to sink into my mortar :

Ponder like sap
so slow these gold runnels
 : moving blind journal
 : rivers of amber

A broke tawny line
veined out long and splaying :
Cinnamon from these cells of mine.


Something Found

A humument of smog :
this night this worry-lined night

Of skies an eggshell document
   : silent & wrought
from the space birds leave
   by not taking flight

The scent of a city’s frown-folded hands
   & their taste
 : felt like salt from a stag-lick :

Worry-lined cashiered
 : the evening unfurling
   falls to be found
   : a thing brewing.

  August 24, 2013 at 12:38am

Long blossom abated year
the seasons scupper in blossoms:
hot the air & wetly rising
forgotten two faces:
blind as cotton.

Daylights blossom
& blossom asks much:
by needs will seed
by needs should wilt
 : so ragged this day
   unsure so often.

the seam is mulched in colour
 : the blossom has golden the gutter
 : hot the air & risen wetly
cords the coats of flock-song:

So worn now
 : waterclock :
lemon thyme : amaranthine
verbena : woodbine : burdock
 : these days are lost as ships.

  June 12, 2013 at 03:21pm

where is north

See here is North & East
   : my stem :
at least by sap
is flown each way :

Drawn in chalk these bones
from longlorn waysides
   : long left :
in webs of roads

& then a generation’s halt :
the will from stillness
   sold for casks

these bones did cross the channel in
   : wineskins :
   : from Florin :
lined skins strange :

& in me where is North?
see here where I begin
   : harrowing :
   : sore :

  May 26, 2013 at 02:24pm

Sorry I haven’t been posting anything much recently.

I also haven’t been writing a huge amount. Not poetry at least. Just an odd miscellany of genre-fiction stuff. (Which I really should work on getting prouder of.)

I blame exams. After they’re done — six more sleeps — then I have a small volume of poems to work on: a sequence to finish. So no doubt I’ll be posting a fair bit more.

  May 24, 2013 at 10:11am


Unbar the Winter
I’ll long where it longs
 : I’ll Winter here
evering the wind’s seven strings

For what is the sea
 : no longer a song :
but salt-stained glass
 : greengray bird’s longwing :
   A line-monger’s lined face
if it knows you not

Just how standing wild
can wood stand to be
when its knots are unknotted
when you know not the why?

I’ll long the Winter
 : play how you’ll not :
See how it earns colours
sky-changed like the sea.

  April 27, 2013 at 12:57pm