Tilting Sancho, it is a time to hurrythis ochre land of sulphuris poultice to a failing queststalked by my own journeyI grow afraid these robesof castaway identity bleed Don, it is time to sit and eattake this moment of sandremember we scolded those merchantswho in the village squareput out the eyes of bullfinchesto make them … Continue reading Tilting

I slip slide my way to the garden         ice on the deck between ussitting by the unseasonable onionsclinging to their underground life        and the house ravens flophoping for some kitchen salvage         Every day has its glory My coffee    hanging breath in aira spinebill on the toe of my boot        its head tuckedin furtive … Continue reading I slip slide my way to the garden

How to bake the best breakfast scones, in easy steps Remove overfed cat from kitchen benchwipe down (bench) and remove hairwipe out mixing bowl removing furscrub pastry board, unblock sinkplace wad of cat (from sink) in compost bucketfrom pantry remove flour etcand furball in entrance, yes that 3am noise was realfind (chewed) packet of yeastopen … Continue reading How my cat made it into a review.

Ragnarök in the Coles supermarket car park I found Jesus in the kitchen, latehelping himselfto the sour dough loafsome roast beef, mustardI thought I’d take the chancemy lower back – a small miraclebut he only had advice, gentle exerciseback stretches. The Holy Ghost was hangingliterally, from the saucepan hooksI’d expected a big irradiating dovedropped to … Continue reading Very happy to have my poem Ragnarok in new issue of The Belfast Review.