Author: capital

They tug at buttons – his shirt, her blouse – swiftly cleaving zips, jeans, skirt, driven in their searching, each for the other’s skin, to share the frenzy of their bodies’ repeated collision. The house is unfurnished, bare, a street

If I were to try to explain how it happened it would have to do with high tension, high voltage breaking the tight line between what is real and what is imagined. It has to do with boundaries between body

It’s the Figure Show at the Jill George Gallery, Soho. I’m downstairs in a large, bright basement. Two of Mike’s paintings – watercolour on paper – among many variations on form. I stand absorbed, almost in disbelief that such simple liquid blocks

Last time it poured today it was warm beneath the clouds and the silences of tiny falling stars their surprises less than pinpricks on our skin.

The Little Book of Poems is a pamphlet of selected earlier work (23 poems), which can be requested by sending an email to steve@makingconnectionsmatter.org Copies are £3 each, and profits will be donated to, and shared equally between, Greenpeace, Amnesty

for Kyla Our first contact when you wrestled me to the ground we were no more than five… One day we cycled to the woods the next, giggling, you told your friends at school what you had seen – we

Ah that long, gentle run, spinning at speed the three of us leading the group pedalling all the way from London to Paris And Paris! ii Reclining in shop windows more naked than you could ever be without this armoury

If you would like a copy ofmy CD of poetry and music – The Place Is Skomer -please contact me atsteve@makingconnectionsmatter.org The CD includes: In place of silence Gauloises Dinner time The Art of Finding Things The Moons of Jupiter

In this last light before the turning of night I think I have found my resolution – it is here in the mud among the roots of a tall beech tree, and it glistens like something newly born when I

The sheep and their lambs look like little broken drops of mercury rolling up the hill between the hedges to be fed. As if someone had broken a ball of silver on the hillside in sunshine and watched the droplets

And the guttering red rock sliced like decks of cards slanted into the sea. And she is there in the mist in the sea breeze she is in the gathering dark she rides the mounting forces which rise beneath the

There are many dainty rules of etiquette intended to avoid the incongruous, designed not to upset, like picking up a bone china tea cup between thumb and forefinger with little finger cocked… or tipping a soup bowl away from you,