You Alone

  I can hear my voice across the stars My throat is trembling with stitched-in scars But white doves fly from broken palms for you alone I cannot heal the beast in me The touch of your hands can set storms free But these quiet seeds will forever be for you alone This world will … Continue reading

Brighton Beach

  Brighton Beach Brighton Beach will rain on me Devour flesh with sky and sea. Auburn hair on autumn stones, Only the seagulls mark the bones. Shingle shifts she’s left to drown Beneath the pier, her voice still sounds. Brighton Beach will reign in me The queen is crowned with sky and sea.  

Thoughts on the Attack in Nice

  I’ve only been to Nice once. Nine years ago, I walked along the Promenade des Anglais and the beach of the Baie des Anges before climbing La Cascade. I looked down on the terracotta rooftops of the city, spreading out beneath me, and the sky and the Mediterranean Sea both a bright, uncompromising blue, … Continue reading

In The Valley

Dust devils danced across the horizon, clearly visible even from behind the protective walls of the base, too regular and too fast to be natural phenomenon, especially so close to nightfall. Kayli called out for Elina and then triggered the alarm to put the base on alert. The third attack on her watch. She was … Continue reading

Matching Set & Other Poems

  Matching Set offering a ring like a pound shop princess talking about how you won’t allow kids when you marry that sexy man over there in the striped shirt because you went to a wedding where some disabled kids played noisily at the back all through the service I look at the man you’re … Continue reading

Underachieving & Other Poems

  Underachieving seeing you achieves nothing you are a fight I cannot win and not my something new but I still want to see you seeing you achieves nothing I am an idea you entertain and a notion unexplored I stop you being bored seeing you achieves nothing you are a shadow of something serious … Continue reading

Favourite & Other Poems

  Favourite I said that you’re my favourite    it sounded a bit lame    like it’s some sort of game

Thursday & Other Poems

  Thursday thursday night    like any other night in winter I’m drinking a solitary drink

Life Is Waiting & Other Poems

  Life is Waiting life is waiting for you and it can’t wait forever

I Was Empty & Other Poems

  I Was Empty I was empty       my stomach burned       and my tongue was sick       of the taste of life

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