Another self-centred poem
I tried being a deadbeat alcoholic junkie, the nights got longer and the world darker and much smaller. After I …
Hello
The people walking in the street I cannot meet their eye The dog that trots beside their feet I smile …
Candle on the Beach
This beach reminded us of a place, and it was bittersweet – it felt like home, but also not so, …
Heron
I didn’t realise how much I needed the rain until it came, and kept coming heavy and hard, reassuring as …
Breezeblocks
Last listened in back lanes, dust billowing in headlights, vest red goon splatter kidneys aching, piss sharp needles automatic gears …
