all those things we were never told how children will grow up to mirror our shadows and how shadows are often brighter than garments of...

Until he returns– the child you once lost in the folds of your bed in the pleats of your skirt in the spinning of threads. The child you...

I know you are there stepping out of a dress which went unseen splashing water on colours and scents and asking, as you embrace space,...

Or you can just tell me — when even life discovers it’s a construct when even the universe realizes it’s a word when even rage...

He screams: “Come, you who have been chosen from amongst the rubble. How is it possible for someone like you to sleep? If you lock the...

Yet, I cannot comprehend know understand how it is possible for you to remove a brick from the remains of the western green wall and for...

A day will come when this heart — the child into which you breathed your very soul — a day will come when she will stand, a blessed tree...

You walked in wearing sandals Inside where you freed your hair and unravelled my pride you asked ‘Can you see the gates of Damascus the...

At a diner near Nye, where no one has heard of cancer, and everyone sleeps drinking Templeton Rye, you are sitting across from me. Your...

They mourn you in Damascus, as you speak to me over the phone. You move beneath the wind, and your words now glow with the colours of...

from seven northern lochs this water has been fetched it arrives in a summer cloud you pour it over my skin the temperature isn’t gentle...

With a latte in my hand and my feet resting on Phoenician sand I contemplate how I, the unworthy Lazarus, how I will explain to you that...

I would be breathing if the windows were open, and I would hear you if the noise could seep in. But in this space, I know there are only...

You woke me up. You said you were invited to a voodoo dance, where you would be fed temaki and served saki in seaweed cones. You woke me...

You were prepared — You had practised the moves, rehearsed the scene. First, you would offer to hang her coat. Then, invoke a resemblance...

The genes — the pull of my grandfather’s train, the Missouri tracks and the dress she wore, his first love, as she lay barefoot on the...

As though to prove the gates are never quite completely sealed, the names never fully disclosed, I’m awakened at dawn and led to the...