Future Corpse

A poem comprised of ‘one true sentence’s, after Ernest Hemingway. Dedicated to my dad today on the 8th anniversary of … More

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed & drink too much wine & think too much & love you so much

Some exciting news via The Poetry Society! I’m honoured to have had a poem from my work-in-progress, about overthinking and … More

I am weeping in a wooden turret, remembering the dead dragonfly we found here: we wanted to keep it, so … More

A new poem from my WIP, originally published by The London Magazine. Because inspiration can strike at any time – … More

Apotropaic Last night I found the earrings I was wearing when you died. I’ll never wear them again, but I … More

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

Another spontaneous Saturday night, you and I, rock and roll and warm white wine. We share a moondance, barely clothed, … More

I leave his house without kissing him goodbye and hurry down the empty street. I hear him bolting the door behind … More