LUPUS IN FLIGHT

(for Lola Roberts) If I could believe this was fated, each hour, each act - infinite mistakes, all carefully counted, I might r...

I bought a treadmill. What would Thây say? Would he smile and shake his head or look bemused the way he looked that day I waited in li...

Somehow it is already the middle of March, the day that did not bode well for a certain Roman Emperor. What would Caesar make of his day of...

'Whatever happened, happened for the good. Whatever will happen, will also happen for the good. What did you lose that you are lament...

'...I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, lik...

Dearest... The sun is setting and it is quite beautiful. Elsewhere the setting sun is more beautiful. I know this because someone elsewhe...

Every colour on Turner's palette walks past the scribe. I am still, not quiet, in ochre and my mother's five silver bangles - ...

When last year made its entrance anthropomorphised as a Horse, I felt excited by the prospect of movement and energy, but the year proved e...

Outside, I hear morning birds and someone begins the onerous task of sweeping dust. Dust in India cannot be swept away. Can be swept from h...

December 2014. The year is gathering her skirts for the final curtsy. She has been Queen Elizabeth in her Dame Dench- Shakespeare In Love gu...