Last Tack

I turn to see my brother / On the low side still / Awash / On the brink of the heaving / Jade abyss


For three days we held the barricades. Their army was pressing in, occupying the suburbs and for now, probing our … More


Poignant shot, that. / The upraised hand / Of a baby Macaque.

Brixton Millennium

My two friends were beautiful / And in their eyes / Were the faintest of embers / Departing fireflies