Crow on Chimney

Claw-balanced on a clay pipe above buses and bicycle wheels blanket flapping wings blacken the sky. Who will look up…

Rising Like Tides

Here is the first performance of my setting of Maya Angelou’s poem ‘Still I Rise’ for women’s voices, sung by…

Poem | Five Hours

Five Hours

…is a morning’s work
with its tussles and chatterings
as starlings in gardens in a city in peace time
Where crossing the road in leather-soled shoes
is smooth as an in-breath
And war a…

Poem | March

March Spring sinews the morning – Crackles the dawn – Seeps through my blanket thoughts To my wool wrapped bones.…