Description
Do our passions control us or us them? These poems find themselves asking such questions in hospitals, in cellars, in Parisian parks and American laundromats, inside our screens and beyond them. Poems of blood and birdsong, of rain and desire, of aftermath and ambivalence, each spoken by a voice, which – like the starlings – sings, at once, both past and present.







Said And Done
Steep Tea
Comic Poems
Peace Poems and meditations on peace
Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats
Over the Moon