The true story of my first visit to Sheffield. I had come for an interview at Shirecliffe College. Going by the reputation of the course and college, it was my … Continue reading
The day they tore the flats down, a woman dressed in a navy blue uniform with red silk sash – buttons and medals winking with delight in the low … Continue reading
Twice a day she passes, each time tutting a mantra to banish the monolith. Knowing, as she does, the obvious squalor of it’s subhuman inhabitants. She writes her … Continue reading
My ex, in anger, threw my favourite pyrex pie plate from our eighth floor balcony, hoping to smash it to pieces. But it landed in a tree – lodged between … Continue reading
Some kids from Barnsley came round with their geography teacher to point and gaze in wonderment and pity the decaying, failed estate. “A lack of planning,” he explained, chest … Continue reading
(Written after a conversation with a long-term resident of Stokes Croft, Bristol) Banksy’s been and sprayed the wall with invective and wry situationist drag and pheromones that attract … Continue reading
My poetry publishing imprint is looking for new contributions to both the website and then next volume of poetry. Have a look a http://www.aswiftexit.co.uk and get in touch!
More Grimsby stuff. Not sure why Grimsby is holding a sudden fascination, but you go where the inspiration is, I guess. FISH WIFE He climbs from the deck … Continue reading