Your voice reverberates though the empty town. 

People do not hold each other closely in the place I come from.

I’ve always had a weakness for three things: the absurd, beginnings and coffee.

My mother believed in the power of wind, waves and salt spray to heal

would give anything to know the name 

of anyone in heaven

In the glare of the artificial light that fills the windowless strip club every Sunday morning with Madonna's Lucky Star blaring from out on the floor, I found…

On City FM they’d announced a prize of £100,000 for the first person in the city to locate a tiny golden City FM Bear.

When my dad died, the crematorium gave us his remains in a plastic bag.

there were monsters

at least that much I recall

A roar is caught in her throat,
as she notices him watching blaring videos

I assumed we’d find hospital walls and a priest at our bedside.

I’ve always made lists. Even when Therese was alive.

The last day of the last summer before you got a car, we got the guts to steal the wine from the church refrigerator.

The day the bugs descended, the air was thick with warmth and wings.

It’s a Sunday afternoon in July, so the cicadas are out merrymaking in the mesquite trees off our balcony.

I woke with the 5-something a.m. sunrise to find another owl waiting for me.

When you find me in the courtyard

of a Roman home, bring seven legumes,

She would give anything to roll a seven,

i / fear / for our / future / two / ships passing / we take the night

Hi all, just to say that our 13-year-old tabby cat went missing the night before last.