Tumble-dry

I've always enjoyed doing laundry, in a strange way. I've not had a passion for it, per se, but fabrics always tell a great story. Personally, I think that this is one of my poems that has managed to have a more developed story. At the very least, it outlives a moment.   I've been through it… Continue reading Tumble-dry

Extra Strong

I wanted to share the news that I've recently compiled a chapbook of my poems, and had them printed! It's not my first time having produced a book (without going via the publising route), as last year, I was Managing Director of a company called 'Firefly', and printed a glow-in-the-dark children's book tackling mental health… Continue reading Extra Strong

Where the Sea Swallows the Sun

Meet me where the sea swallows the sun, Run to where mountain palms flatten against blue. It's true that where salt licks sea glass At last you'll find me in the rockpools. You can have me, where water lunges for your toes When you row to the island of bottled letters, So when you've finally tired of… Continue reading Where the Sea Swallows the Sun

Wheezing Roses

You say “There’s no air in this coffee shop love. Though I wheeze with my bellows,  when I find you  in canary yellow you're the colour of my insides, don't you know, love?" . What you haven't figured out, is that, without a doubt, though you throw away your Oolong I've stained you now, throughout. I… Continue reading Wheezing Roses

Pentimenti

You're looking at me as though I'm enough to strike your match, hit home; and it'll devour you, lungs first as you watch me, your worst. Frankenstein, you and I, your pocket litter. .      Ephemera balled in your jeans - Picasso of your genes.      You sud yourself neck-deep in      lemon scented hand… Continue reading Pentimenti