As the evening stretches beyond skyscrapers  sunset cracks windows and voices,  midnight lies as a would-be lover  counting her footsteps across Brooklyn Bridge  to an anonymous apartment, where she imagines  waking to her lipstick on his coffee cup     Washing machine skies spin skeins of colour  red always bleeds into the blue and JFK...

Creaking sound of rusted latch  sleeping alone again, naturally,  only secrets would let her in    I should promise you   my last kiss of summer,  for winter’s kismet kites are grounded  strung by ice lifeguards   rescue is the warmth between thighs    Pearls for breasts, silver skin limbs  opening bones as...

Ry'n ni yma o hyd  were you really the  vowel who said you’d roam alone    Not even NASA would find the last  breath you drew from my rib cage,  I’d whisper all night to your skin in Welsh,    if you wore scarlet ribbons in your...

  Her poetry is the   silence before death  words which could open cemetery gates    Knife is the breath  which slits my throat  oh, reach for the blade  and cut me so tender    Since grief become the colour of my blood  did you know the cliche of rainbows  weep for...

A Taste of Freedom The gulls are all going crazy both in the sky and the recently smart bomb ploughed fields and factories that as yet remain standing behind my old banked barn .. There must be something going on back there surely to...