A Psalm of Stone
1. A merlin whiffles and surveys a ditch and bank, grateful for now open land and prey; leaving bark and sap and leaf unsheathed; replaced by rootless fruit … 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
Two of the reasons I’m doing a PhD
A Confessional Prose Poem of sorts. i) Martin came by to babysit. I was three and had heard Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys on the radio that morning … Continue reading
Dais
The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse. The keen thorned shrubs tug on too thin clothes and claw at barely waxed haversack … Continue reading
Carrot
There is a car rot on the lawn; the on ly ev idence that we once had snow. Win … Continue reading
Lullaby
The frenetic signal lost from Luxemburg at 0045 hours nightly, gave me time to retune the transistor radio to the long wave, ghost whining of empty air. White mono … Continue reading
Camille
Sweat and hands and passion shape an uncarved block in his name; his reputation ensured by your devotion. Each success bruising her affection. Each denial inflaming her desire. … Continue reading
Davy’s of Dover
Tottering on the stub and clack, my Mum, replete in navy slacks, ushers us to Davy’s van to buy us fish and chips. The salt and fat and ketchup … Continue reading
Hotel. Birmingham. 19.8.17. 03:17.am
Birmingham sleeps, its illuminated building works, a shadow jungle to trap the drunk and wary. Lost in the plastic and sodium labyrinth; infernal circles traced in brick dust, he … Continue reading
Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. The Treachery of Mirrors
It’s stifling, even with the window open. The bloody workmen have woken me with drills and diggers with alarms that sound like they will break into ‘Jingle Bells.’ Every few … Continue reading
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