An Autopsy
A true story of homelessness in mid-80s Sheffield. Previously published in “Absent Ginsberg” (A Swift Exit) With apologies to Saul Bass for the adapted poster.
Kiss Me Again, Jack
Short and sweet. One of the things I’ve utterly failed to grips with, on moving south, is the lack of winter. I mean, being from Yorkshire, I’m used to deep … Continue reading
A Deserted Village
This is the first thing I wrote that I would consider being a poem. I’d written some verses and some stuff that looked like a poem but I was never … Continue reading
I Remember the Sun
A poem that imagines a Roman soldier dejectedly walking around his garrison in the full force of a North Sea gale… The garrison marks the place that would become Ravenscar, … Continue reading
Temptress (For the Love of Kelvin Flats)
A reading of the first of my poems that was published by The London Magazine. A love song to a long-demolished brutalist housing estate in Sheffield.
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