"Something to be said..."

I watched 'The Sky at Night' on BBC: lunar oceans, year-long storms on Saturn... Into the blinking rectangle I typed 'patrick mo...

My business is forgery: I forge a thick-proteined armoury of steel. I salivate for metal: molars grind the bullet. At night I play th...

youth: like sketching out life in pencil, a fear of ink indelible ~ down the stones I claw, lurching on hind legs: morning freeze on arched ...

When thunder hollows lungs the moment's past - a fastened chain; when lightning strikes the cedar tree to puss she's rust in my gut:...

While I die I practice being dead in the dark - there's not much else to do here. All around me death encroaches. The cold stems it...

I am a final layer of skin: his arms fill mine, his chest is my heartbeat - we pause between worlds, we muster breath on the brink... We...

He waits for me, threadbare on the costume rack, lifeless in the bustle of fabrics. I stand alone on the edge of a world: a clean-cut cliff-...