Pin stripe suit/clean shirt and tie/stops off at the corner shop/to buy The Times… Bruce Foxton 1979   To see if we can make it  in retail ...

In the blackness  of the warm night while I sleep a witch-tree  is screwed in the grass  out back. I don’t notice ‘til morning. Bending to w...

     Four young girls sit on a dilapidated porch attached to a gray Cape Cod with worn and falling shingles waving to their Dad in the grave...

This lie consumes my soul. You chose not to see it. While I tried to destroy it. But we are now both in the web. Waiting to be devoured. And...

Ice trails sluice  rock face  spiraling down  the mountain where all spawns  in darkness. I once spoke your name. By god it drove me up a wa...

A child, I secretly wept in my tissue  during Stations of the Cross, the chapel dank, dim lit against brilliant stained glass All the little...

The angels took a detour into the desert. Lachrymose, they set about hedging their bets as they surveyed the expanse of sand before them. Go...