THE BRONZE CHRYSANTHEMUM
Metallic bonding occurs between the atoms of metal elements. The outer electrons are free to move. This produces an electrostatic force...
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VICTORIA
trouble travels on many winds and snags itself in sunshine hair This morning, after the phone call from my mum, I try to reach the girl,...
TWO NIGHTS IN SLOVENIA
Do you have to go? Elsie asks. Iris is sat, not nibbling on marmite toast. It’s good for us. It’s good for you that we’re in love. No,...
DEPARTURE LOUNGE
You suck in smoke like something beautiful is trapped and then released. I want that part of you. I want the tobacco kiss that stirs...
FIRST
There is carbon and protein and the harsh taste of iron, the push and the pull of the spinning electrons to get to the core with the...
FOR MY VALENTINE
Just left of darkness, our soon sleeping shapes are licked by night’s blank face.
WHEAT BEER AND BURNT BARLEY
Through the fog, she reached forward, unembroidered his brocade- gold against black- and picked him apart. With fingers deft, she drew...
COVE POINT
The black feathers scribble invisible ink letters to long lost lovers across the furthest arcing reaches of the textured off-white sky....
NOT LIKE A MOLLUSC IN A PEARLY SHELL
More like a wife, curved thigh to thigh and sculpted back to belly: held tight by tattoed arms and warmed.
AT NIGHT
I miss your bare bone head: moleskin soft and shaved.
SUNDAY
I fall from a thousand metres up into crushed white sheets to sleep – wrecked with love. Photo by Lum3n from Pexels
MAKING MUFFINS AND PICKLING PEARS
I’m hiding in the looped double eff of the title, sniggering, wondering whether it alludes to something (obviously nothing lofty like...
Hotel. Echo.
A holiday in Whitby. A gypsy. And me. Red faced and eager anxious – heart beating and shallow breathing – catching the taste of fate from...
THE WEIGHT OF ANTONY
Stands he or sits he? She wonders which as she lies naked, asp-gasping, beneath Egyptian sheets: the king of cottons, fit for a queen. Or...
THE TASTE OF SEX
Five-a-side football sweat, salt on skin & cigarettes. Photo by Mong Mong from Pexels
WAR CRY
This girl, this English nurse, flings her flaming hair over the bath and sings. We laugh – we, who were born to be Dovedale mothers and...
THE U-BOAT AND THE WHALE
Undercurrent echoes of living flesh sing through half-sunken subs: sounds that, leaving Lincolnshire and heading South, bounce around The...
THE CHOSEN CLOTHES
Manchester 2000 Ben’s Flat In the slanted grey light of a Manchester evening, you lay out your clothes, ready for leaving: boxer shorts,...
NAKED
A rented room: dark enough for shadows to stand against the warmth of orange light. Us two: up so early that night is like a hot breath...
PORCELAIN
Mixed by an alchemist, with all the prized magic of exotic origins: eggshells and the shells of umbilical fish. Their own origins – his...
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