Credit: Ahmed Abdul Rahman        The Octopus and the Fisherman [revised version]         A lobster paralysed   by venom   makes a fine meal for the octopus,   whose cephalopod beak   pierces clean   the lobster’s shell, splitting carapace   from meat.   And still the sea sings    with foamy lips .   If startled by shark   or stingray,   the octopus vanishes like magic —   a puff of ink,   or into coral colours it contorts,   bonelessly alien.   Still the sea sings    wit

After the birds and mammals lost their speech (the serpent's tongue having already turned to ash) and Heaven swayed and fell to within four miles of the earth, a disappointed God crept low into the sea’s womb, into Mary, our lady of the ocean, and transmuted his glory into the microscopic, a millimetre in size, living between grains of sand on the sea bed, eventually emerging in the form of a fish.

Pieces of boat float on the water. A cargo of hands and heads go unrecognised. Camera crews walk on eggshell lives, pick up threads of...

My thoughts turn to the sea: there the convolutions of time deliquesce into wavelike ease, closer to the rhythms of myself. It is where...