I started to fill a bowl with waterIn which to brine a duck for Easter The sound of water falling from the tapFalling into water in the bowlBrought to me the memory of waterFalling into water twenty years ago.


Maybe I should have left you alone to disappear. Instead I wrapped you in poetry when I felt you slip from me; I wanted my words to tether you, like long stitches pulled through the membrane of your soul -- a word-thread I stretched between us and knotted in my skin all the places you … Continue reading Words