What if our idiosyncratic bodily symptoms are actually hidden super-powers? My youngest daughter has had an issue with her right eye since birth. It wanders outwards when she focuses on distant objects.

It seems useless to expect the future will be anything like the past. Nothing is ever the same. Every cell in these bodies dies and is reborn every seven years. And besides there is only the moment. You

Five years ago this morning, I had just given birth. The tiniest of babies ripped me ferociously apart and shot out into my gladdening hands. I lifted her to my chest and she immediately pushed herself

I am harried by your eyes, As I rub mine, tired and late, Longing for their lidded bedspread. I am goaded by that soft pout, that parting... I cannot sleep, I cannot sleep, though I need to. The abacus

We are all entirely new beings again today. I am not the person you met yesterday, and you will not be who you are today, tomorrow. Even by lunchtime I will have died and been reborn a hundred times. We

My cat led me out for a sunset walk. I followed her round the wildflower verges of the wheat field. She, slinking through the jungle of ragwort and thistle, me the giant gliding above, unwittingly wrecking

My cat led me out for a sunset walk. I followed her round the wildflower verges of the wheat field. She, slinking through the jungle of ragwort and thistle, me the giant gliding above, unwittingly wrecking

'Come to the river', I hear. So I go out past loosestrife and nightshade under the mackerel belly sky. 'Where?' I ask when I get there. The rushes tremble and hiss: 'Here.' I wade in up to my breastbone.

A plaintive call begins in dreaming, siphons me from sleep. I can feel her already licking me under the covers. Rousing. Rising, still wet with the earrings and scarves of a nebulous dreaming hung about

Spring's first tremulous violets are within you. Alexanders sinewy extending is within you. Such vivid green. The mad marsh witch and her vicious viscous hips are within you. Her milk stained breasts.