England Underground
Like any other day, the sun rose not caring that the earth would steal its light, holding onto it like like a frenzied mother smothering her child. Not caring … Continue reading
Ullapool – Remembrance Sunday 2019 (Hebrides)
1 The sun absent; the moon a papercut. Hibernal lowery. An unexpected crunching woke me. Footsteps on gravel. A faint gruffling noise as something brushed against the chalet door; a … Continue reading
Tickets Please, Mr Auden
It wasn’t the Savile taint of the Age of the Train or the jaw dropping sexism of travelling like the men do, but the efficiency of engines that killed the … Continue reading
Go Fund Me
As much as I hate to ask, the funding for my PhD project has fallen through. My last ditch attempt at funding is via Go Fund Me. I would be … Continue reading
Jack Skellington Moment….
What’s this? What’s This! I’m only in the new issue of The London Magazine! Second appearance, third soon. Two poems over three pages, both with a slightly Viking bent… As … Continue reading
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