It’s the red-eyed Early Bird again today, the pre-dawn flight, ABZ to MAN. Drawn to your ward on the wings of a jet; its engines throttling, lifting and descending but leaving
They always put the wheelchairs behind the goals. That’s how Frida and I met. She was sketching me. I was sketching your shirt. I love the wantonness of that upturned collar.
(for Alison Dunne and Michael Donaghy) She’s washing dinner dishes as I sit at the kitchen table, leafing through her copy of 'Remembering Dances Learned Last Night.'