As soon as we had died, we decided to walk home. A white tatterflag marked where each journey began. It was a slow business – so much water to be…

Imagine you are driving nowhere, with no one beside you, with the empty road unravelling and ravelling in sympathy as the wheel turns in your hands.   On either side…

(the can opener was invented forty-eight years after the tin can) When you asked me for a love poem, (another love poem) my thoughts were immediately drawn to the early…

I love you as I love the Hatchetfish, the Allmouth, the Angler, the Sawbelly and Wolf-eel, the Stoplight Loosejaw, the Fangtooth; all our sweet bathypelagic ones, and especially those too…

Just for a quarter of the day, I’d have you follow me through the smoking willow herb and my father’s garden’s half-seized gate, down to that place where the knowledge…

i.m. Mike and Barbara Heasman   Let is now give thanks for these salt-blown   wind-burned pastures where outgrass and timothy shrink from the harrow of the sea   where…

This is my formula for the fall of things: we come to a river we always knew we’d have to cross. It ferries the twilight down through fieldworks   of…