God turns -- and the fishes dance blue gold silver beneath a yellow sky. Another turn, the boughs of thick trees become as air: invisibly...

City Poem Under the iron bridge, office workers, wet with rain, crowd on coaches & trams. I stay by the river & watch them go. ...

Deliquescent Bodies (Love Parade) I hope for night; it comes; it is here; it comes with rain & river, & the lights are electric. I...

Aquarius So, the routes of the city, all its paths, arteries and overflows – the scummy run-offs from sewers and roads – end or...

Begin, Again, Finally Begin Organic bodies. Competitively divergent, Striving to maintain Separation. First creature, Rat. ...

By the Sound of a Voice After a long silence that seemed An eternity, There came a turbulent noise, A spirited noise. No, it was a...

There were two of us this morning   And there are two of us this evening,  And we go on because love is two,   Two people, the two of us...

God, DNA, Bone     Our DNA a polymer implant from our worldly creator,   Backbone sidechain nitrogen phosphate  And an oesophagus for...

A Dark Illumination     Once again, we are here, as we are   on this day every year,   two hearts lit up with pain.   And as day falls...

Cometh the Lion     Cometh the Lion, cometh the hour.   On his head is my name; on his back is my power.   The time is narrow, and the...

A man carrying a voice recorder pauses at the door, enters.   He looks a lot like Kafka but has the eyes of Tennyson.   He possesses a...

Father O'Sinner   Father O’Sinner is not his name (not quite),   Though it should be and not O’Connor,   Which was the name bestowed...

‘Moses approached the thick darkness where God was’  — (Exodus 20:21)  God is a chasm deep & wide at the   Heart of light, thick cloud   ...

I came, through sea waves, misty-brained,  My love songs crumbling to shadows,  And I was halved to something  Less than human. How could...

Aither / R-O-R' Light realm of air, from which heaven came:  Neither hot nor cold, neither wet nor dry.  Quintessentially, it was either...

Shut up Here in This Caved Trunk of a Room, On the  Massachusetts Side of a Loose-Fish Land We Call America — and Feeling All at Sea In a...

Yesterday, before the snow, three old horses munched wet grass as I walked through the relics of an abandoned colliery, which on...

The moon appeared to float on a skein of black water and a wind sang a high pitch B, 246.94 Hertz. And something else – a distant police...

To live this hour beneath a cold Pennines sun requires the dead hills to flow behind us. To see the mighty crow and not look back means...

The North Is Rain strikes terraces stacked in brown brick   And wind blows through the underpass.     Two fat-breasted pigeons   Fly...