i – Two The first phrase I spoke was in awe of the storm. As the sky tore ablaze, my eyes widened and I pointed to the clouds. With tiny … Continue reading
Between playing field and farmers fallow – where cowslips and poppies bob and bow in an endless game of politeness – a tree that thought Victoria was fleeting, stood alone, … Continue reading
I’m in a weird mood. Maybe this visual poem shows that. Normal service will be resumed once I have this bee out of my bonnet.
The third piece about the 80’s HIV crisis. It’s been weird writing about this stuff and has brought up some awful memories. I guess this can be seen as ‘therapy’ … Continue reading
I’m often asked why I don’t write more about being queer. I find this to be an odd question. As far as I’m concerned, all of my poetry is queer … Continue reading
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