Reflections

Sunset over Mill Green

  I’m naked in the mirror reflecting on reflection and feeling thankful that I don’t usually have to see myself from this (or any) angle the light is unforgiving but not as much as me the mirror is a canvas and I don’t like what I see I show no restraint: I don’t like me … Continue reading

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

3.45

Sunset over Mill Green

  It’s a quarter to four the girl in silver shorts down at the police station makes a report about an impossible situation The tiger, pretending it was tame, lay down with the lamb and the lamb rose with a sense of shame The girl in the silver shorts worries that her reputation is nothing … 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.  

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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