He screams: “Come, you who have been chosen from amongst the rubble. How is it possible for someone like you to sleep? If you lock the...

Yet, I cannot comprehend know understand how it is possible for you to remove a brick from the remains of the western green wall and for...

A day will come when this heart — the child into which you breathed your very soul — a day will come when she will stand, a blessed tree...

You walked in wearing sandals Inside where you freed your hair and unravelled my pride you asked ‘Can you see the gates of Damascus the...

At a diner near Nye, where no one has heard of cancer, and everyone sleeps drinking Templeton Rye, you are sitting across from me. Your...

They mourn you in Damascus, as you speak to me over the phone. You move beneath the wind, and your words now glow with the colours of...

from seven northern lochs this water has been fetched it arrives in a summer cloud you pour it over my skin the temperature isn’t gentle...

With a latte in my hand and my feet resting on Phoenician sand I contemplate how I, the unworthy Lazarus, how I will explain to you that...

I would be breathing if the windows were open, and I would hear you if the noise could seep in. But in this space, I know there are only...