Scene in the Gents
I watch you working the body with a boxer’s predatory rhythm, ravaging that tin box like werewolf a fairytale maid, …
Rockpools
By the seathe urge to screamdrains awaylike the tidefrom the rockpools. Of courseit will return againbut for now you can …
Cow
Machines liftyour hulking massweightless, O wingless angel slityou giveand give and give. You area huge and creakingoaken tankof red grape …
ALL GAS NO BRAKES – micro-collection available now basically for free!
I know what you’re thinking. Poetry? What a goddamn snoozefest. You’re not wrong, but you’re in the right place . …
Your Relationship
Yes, it is broken, but isn’t the world just a bric-a-brac of busted parts, layer on layer of confused movement, …
Let Him Those Small Pleasures
Let him eat, let each sixty cent slice of pizza be celebrated as if a treasure, and let him drink, …
In The Wake Of Another Terror Attack
I sat safe on shore with you, playing with the silt we watched families blow their last kisses aboard boats …
AIRSTRIKES
I watched the last of yesterday bleed off the river to the tones of trumpet and cymbal; the reeds were …
Your Relationship – Poetry Reading
View this post on Instagram 'Your Relationship' poetry reading with video. Missing my typewriter so knocked up a few shots …
Buckshot
She took her things that lined the shelves, they left holes in the dust like buckshot in a stag’s flank. …
Water Glass Moth
You cling to my finger like a newborn.The same weight that clogged your engines and draggedyou down to drown now …
2024
I knew it was wrong but the allure in the starling sky that spring evening was overpowering – the same …
Dad Sketch
Great bronze bald head mawning like slow laze lion always tan from endless village loops delivering letters, bills and birthday …
Learning animation – Running Cycle
12 frame running cycle. This took me about four hours to complete and I’m pretty happy with how it turned …
Old shirt
And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …
Horses
The leather brands the hands when you’re pleading with the reins atop a rush of boiling black your years thunder …
I seen hope in a train station
I seen it wink on the wet cold of the tracks I seen it smiling in slices of wheel I …
Windows/Rain
When I was a nipper I used to love to watch the rain rip across, along the car window as …
The last wash
I knew even before I put it on that there would be strict segregation on the clothes horse; it would …
On not getting the job
Beyond disappointment; I saw real fear in the tears of flashes of future cold as hands on bed-warm thighs; of …
