so what works when you break the day
the bitten life?

the wandering back across the town?
did you see those trees?

you just walked past
didn’t you?

spring is just some unnoticed event
buried

and summer
will that ever be more than sweat?

will the bright days merely mean
turning on the lights later?

is that all you see
electricity bills?

so where’s the blind watchmaker now?
it’s autumn you know

autumn

the liberation of [placeholder]

I find your style, visually and verbally, engaging and individual while utterly without posturing. Which is not the norm on any count. (Randolph Healy)

A work of art and a labour of love, worth every penny of the 16 pound asking price, The Liberation of [Placeholder] will grace any coffee table. More please. … I want to hold [this] up as a model for where, in this digital age, poetry in print should be bound. Poetry collections as artefacts …. (The Journal, Autumn 2012)