“You could call this chemistry./
But I prefer geography,/rivers that flow together,/form this cozy delta.”

“The opening of the future coffin
led almost instantly to a tug
of war over tender meat”

“I miss the tastes, smells and sounds of Greek restaurants. Let’s open one ourselves. Maybe a chain. Maybe we’ll get rich. For sure, we’ll be doing the people of Japan a great favour.”

“One night I drained off another glass, two glasses, three, and unbuttoned my trousers and urinated over a canvas of snow-layered slate, a quotation from Rimbaud
J’AI SEUL LA CLEF DE CETTE PARADE SAUVAGE”

“I am a fruit tree but it has not always been this way.”

“Rather than the transience with which so much social media wanderlust is imbued, this collection seeks – and finds – a more permanent imprint of place, and that imprint is inevitably to be found just out of frame, where the everyday unfolds, lives are lived and all the tumult of survival rages”

“Now their talk is snatched sentences, words harvested by years. He wants to tell her how beautiful she is, that she should not hide as if she was ashamed of what once made her fly. She wants to tell him she has never forgotten the way he made her feel.”

“a bird lands a moment/on the windowsill./makes footprints in thick/ 
fallen light.”

“My father leads me through the geometry/of ploughed fields gone hard after a fortnight/of heat”

“Observe/the winter sea staged perfectly/in all possible hues of white”

“At the kitchen window of an upstairs flat, there is a watchman.”

“I watched it move across the garden, emerging out of grass that hadn’t been touched since Sam moved out.”

“At the apex of joined forewings/Is an exaltation.”