Gleam I was fifty-two before I had my first dishwasher Now at fifty four I have two It was love at first sight first plop of tablet, first facial in the post cleaning steam how brazenly the cutlery shone the glasses gleamed and pots glowed read more

The Gaping Rooms Shriek I’ve washed folded and put awayRearranged a few shelvesFilled and emptied the dishwasherRead the paperGlanced at the crosswordAnd still the hollow houseshrieks – for youthe gaping roomsrefusing to let me bein what was – until this morning – ours Even outsideThe read more