This girl, this English nurse, flings her flaming hair over the bath and sings. We laugh – we, who were born to be Dovedale mothers and...

Undercurrent echoes of living flesh sing through half-sunken subs: sounds that, leaving Lincolnshire and heading South, bounce around The...

Manchester 2000 Ben’s Flat In the slanted grey light of a Manchester evening, you lay out your clothes, ready for leaving: boxer shorts,...

A rented room: dark enough for shadows to stand against the warmth of orange light. Us two: up so early that night is like a hot breath...

Mixed by an alchemist, with all the prized magic of exotic origins: eggshells and the shells of umbilical fish. Their own origins – his...

She sits and stares and I do too. Outside, the billowed silk is cold: the cubic art with Scottish lines, drawn hard. But these – the...