The red fox crosses the ice intent on none of my business. It’s winter and slim pickings. I stand in the bushy cemetery, pretending to watch birds,

It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;

You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but

The house we built gradually from the ground up when we were yo… (three rooms, the walls raw trees) burned down last year they said

Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cav… you are not my doctor

i The children on the lawn joined hand to hand go round and round each arm going into

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ro… house, half-acre, square mile, isl… knowing at last how you got there,

He would like not to kill. He wou… what he imagines other men have, instead of this red compulsion. Wh… fail him and die badly? He would l… finger by finger and with great te…

Those whose houses were burned burned houses. What else ever happ… once you start? While the roofs plunged into the root-filled cellars,

Evening comes on and the hills thi… red and yellow bleaching out of th… The chill pines grow their shadows… Below them the water stills itself… a sunset shivering in it.

My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,

In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…

In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your… though the real question is whether or not I will make you imm… At the moment only I

Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mo… a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed… to get onto my head. It’s his