Tidal
In silt and sand awaiting the thellasic lick of high water, flaccid buoys – tethered to mark the edge of aphrodisiac beds – rise in time for the smack and … Continue reading
Kings
An odd poem that came out of nowhere. It’s about a time when I was eight and was convinced I’d seen a dragon… With fingers stained and sticky from the … Continue reading
Hallsands (Plymouth)
In The London we’d talk of the Skerries, the herring and lobster, the Channel bluster stealing Ma Jones’ dizzy bells from the line – and other important fripperies … Continue reading
Go Fund Me
As much as I hate to ask, the funding for my PhD project has fallen through. My last ditch attempt at funding is via Go Fund Me. I would be … Continue reading
The Wrong Forest
Mean aluminium trees – plastic vines circulating analgesic sap – fail to sway in the bare thoracic snap from tired, syncopating lungs. Phoney canopy on geometric bough. Silent, motionless … Continue reading
Maps
And then there’s me… the reluctant God of All Distance, placing a foot on paths seen only In lucid dreams and on Google Earth. Breathless and drifting I vault … Continue reading
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