Learning Shame and Anger in the Midst of a Moral Panic.
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
Dudley and Eunice
When the storms Dudley and Eunice were wreaking havoc on the land, my friend Mark remarked that they sounded as if they had escaped from an Alan Bennet play… My … Continue reading
My Ex In Anger
A poem about making the best out of a crappy situation and grabbing happiness where you can.
Dungeness. March 9th. 2018.
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.
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.