Across the road the decorators hav… your flat has net curtains again after all these weeks, and a ‘To… I can only think of it as a tomb, excavated, in the end, by

Viewed from the top, he said, it w… the paper-thin spokes raying out f… to the half-transparent circumfere… with small dark ellipses suspended… He could see the wood of the table…

If you liked them, how your heart… to see their neat trapezium shapes… the wall like a newly landed fligh… ornaments, the intensity of their… gloss, with secret blues and green…

But it’s diluted with sky, not wat… the aerial plankton on which they… Our solitary pipistrelle flickers over her chosen suburban quarter, echo-locating, to siphon it up.

The tall guy in a green T-shirt, vanishing past me as I cross in the opposite direction, has fairy wings on his shoulders: toy ones, children’s fancy-dress w…

The spuggies are back— a word I lifted from Basil Buntin… and was never entirely sure how to… having only seen it in print, in B… and at the time had little cause t…

And then there’s the one about the… who very apologetically asks the w… to Church Lane, adding ‘I ought t… I’ve lived there since the war’.… This comes with variations, usuall…

After they had not made love she pulled the sheet up over her e… until he was buttoning his shirt: not shyness for their bodies – tho… they had willingly displayed – but…

Literally thin-skinned, I suppose… catches the wind off the snow-line… with a flush that will never wholl… that was a metropolitan vanity, wanting to look young for ever, to…

Coming out with your clutch of pos… in a Tate gallery bag and another… of images packed into your head yo… on the steps to look across the ri… and there’s a new one: light brigh…