Trollop snores on a blanket on the floor of the sag-roofed shed, champagne behind her…

At what unexpected moment does decency snarl ENOUGH: your childhood is now sucked dry. Censor…

Down the long causeway to a mid-morning’s rest. In the absence of cyclists and buses,…

The empty space that might still fill with words, crowding the absence with considered metaphor.…

Tears ladder wetness to her mouth. She unsalts the trickle with her tonguetip, backhands her…