From my collection: Death by Design ... is an adventure, a journey, dance, song, like some say, then, hopefully, this pulling inside my chest means I'm not filled with fear only. Are we flesh-coloured clothing on a golden washing line? Is the writing on a hero's...

From my collection: 29 Chinchillas I look at you again, girl, tonight. You lie topless in front of the fire, in paisley pants, enjoying shadow dancers on the ceiling.HuckleFairy Finn.That little man, your brother, already snoring like a professional croup-ear. We...

  From my collection: Death by Design He enters a black forest. Perhaps because he tried to read Freud. Narrow path. Some sort of enchantment. Is he flying or falling? A girl's off-white spring dress crosses the twilight path before him. Pigtails bounce as she...