MY TROUBLED MIND

Street smoker- 14/07/16

Back to work! – 13/07/2016

I thought you packed the shute – 12/07/2016

I wake up every mourning in a world packed to the rafters with His & Her handguns, heart hammering and …

Trenches – 11/07/16

Hands – 10/07/16

I feel frustration bubbling against the crock-pot of my bones. All these prize winning poets seem so calm! I exclaim to …

True Detective – 09/07

Sombre man – 08/07/16

Boy smiling – 07/07/16

As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …

Yes, it is broken, but isn’t the world just a bric-a-brac of busted parts, layer on layer of confused movement, …

I’m pulled up and out to the noise by the fist of my chest, bed clothes like tangled sculptures in …

My bathroom window is unsure that he is, in fact, a window. My bathroom window has realised that unlike other …

Our burdens crackle off our backs like claps of thunder over wheat silver to the moon, patterns of stem floundering …

Let him eat, let each sixty cent slice of pizza be celebrated as if a treasure, and let him drink, …

What started as a western squat strains gently into an eastern squat, the gum soles of your shoes pressing into …

Why is it that whenever I want to catch a flight another bird comes tumbling down and no one ever …

I dreamed a dozen dreams with my knees brought up propped against the steering wheel, my bladder taut, same as …

The whole wide world is tugging at my skirts with hands that I can’t believe, I’m pushing out and I’m …