A poem about making the best out of a crappy situation and grabbing happiness where you can.
Prompted by a visit to the spectacularly odd town of Dungeness on the southeastern corner of England. An expansive shingle beach is sparsely covered with shacks, bungalows, the odd piece … Continue reading
I’m fascinated by Ravenscar, ‘The Town That Never Was.’ It was meant to be built on the cliffs just south of Whitby and Robin Hoods Bay to capitalise on the … Continue reading
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.
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
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
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
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.
I was absolutely thrilled when I got a message from the Rockall Research people last week. They had seen my word cloud/poem/poster and asked if they could use it on … Continue reading