Mars Rover

Going to Mars

If we ever go to Mars it will be in cars
With rusty exhausts and failing springs.
There will be a smell of vinyl
And traces of lichen around the windows,
Which we’ll badly want to open,
As we bounce across the Helas Basin.

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.