Dawn  The moon has retracted its roots while the sky glows like a toaster filament. The houses below sleep. Few wake so early to the regimented...

Recovering the memory of water   You can see Africa from the high Alpujarra they sayfrom a bus window. So, I have packed cucumbers,sheep’s milk...

Seductive seal skin is my coat – zippered for ease of removal; I slip in and out of worlds both human and mystical praying that one day my skin knots to backbone, binds as spines to published pages completing the bleary badge of a true, life-worn selkie: for I am no myth, nor fairytale fancy.

A pebble dropped will displace its own volume of water. Observers, concerned only with measuring volume, don’t care about the separated water or the guilt of the pebble.

…eyes on my skin, small hellos and howeyas in smoking areas and bathroom queues / imagined passengers in passing cars feel like scalpel incisions – the flaying of a beast. I crumple into nothing under floodlights of sight.