The fondest dream of every little girl is to impress her father’s friends from the old boys’ school You put on your favourite dress edge towards a boyish face pose for a photograph and pretend he’s your first passion

The restless music Unspooling hour upon hour in the home-office The scrolling and scrolling And scrolling some more for the cruellest option The self-doubt chewing at the sanity Bit by bit The torment of the assassin trapped In the prison of his own game Swiping the screen To erase the utter terror of self-disgust * […]

Who would make art out of a rat and what would a rat know of art Who would imagine a rat, even in their rat language, would understand depth and nuances and ironies What would a rat know of heartache What would a rat know of regret The scream of a rat that pierces the […]

There are still in my head some images of you: the glow of your brow beneath the yellow light, thinking, your body openly relaxed to a class of curious eyes, your vigorous elbow moving in front of the white-board as you wrote. Also, your eyes blinking generously at what annoyed you, the innuendoes, acid in […]

i shiver under the covers so i get up and put on a jumper the roads are quiet the street light spreads silver across the lawn in chilly october and i have some warm milk hour after hour passes by i read a little Roth and a short story by Chekhov then a poem by […]

careless and smiling i walk in past the boss’ room he’s already there it’s 8.30 no it’s 9.30 it’s 9.30 such little things ought to be excused after the big things of the weekend it’s time we go home? when i think of the weird spell that hit me the dizziness is insane simply “I […]

Migrant Mother, Nipomo Califormia 1936. Dorothea LANGE¬† ¬† Mrs Immigrant, will you tell me what your children ate and when, if milk is flowing from your breasts what your car tyres yesterday fetched and where the husband went Mrs Immigrant, tell me honestly who walking on the streets looked at you, or not at all […]