Saturday, 25 June 2016

Sunday, 19 June 2016

After the flood

To write from the place where you are;
aware of the dead, aware of it all,
to write about ducks on the swollen river.

Saturday, 11 June 2016

I open the window, wine like ink;
the smell of pig on a wet city morning

Tuesday, 7 June 2016

the perfect peach