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.
This is How It Ends
this is how it ends/ in a fluorescent sucker punch/ a crass museum of basics no longer affordable/ with fights breaking out among the yellow stickers/ trojan poverty rebranded as … Continue reading
Lunar Tattoos – Available Now
I’m thrilled to announce that my first poetry chapbook – called Lunar Tattoos – is now available from Amazon in both eBook and physical form. It’s a collection poems about … Continue reading
Not Gold
A rucksack, mugger torn, spills a life to the floor. Gathering the remnants; wallet, money, destination gone; no choice but a park bench; enamelled metal and stale beer sticky; … Continue reading
An Autopsy
An Autopsy (on being homeless in Sheffield in the 1980’s) i. Among mills, warehouses, tenements; stone blackened; cars burned; metal rusted; Each transformed by the neglect brought by progress. … Continue reading
Fifteen Cafe Scenes (6 -10)
vi. Homeless He shuffles in a cup in his hand hoping he won’t be noticed; pretending that he bought it earlier, he takes a seat in an alcove. Staring into … Continue reading
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