Ode To Kitten
You bastard you bastard, you predator gnawing at my sock – there’s flesh under there, blood skin nerves and pain, …
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Ecstasy
Your skin tweaks as if to the scuttle of a beetle’s touch, and the window is stuttering in the manner …
Daily Sketch # 18 – Mr.Twit (Video link below)
For a video of me drawing this sketch, click here
Daily Sketch #15 – The Streets
The Streets – 21/07/16 (No eraser)
Abortion at 19
Every time you hiccup it sounds like I’ve pulled the plug on the heroine of a horror flick just as …
OPDH #2 – Dancefloor Justin
As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …
Old Poems Die Hard #1: RACIST
As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …
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, …
Woken By Your Boiler
I’m pulled up and out to the noise by the fist of my chest, bed clothes like tangled sculptures in …
My Bathroom Window’s Existential Crisis
My bathroom window is unsure that he is, in fact, a window. My bathroom window has realised that unlike other …
Severe Weather Warning
Our burdens crackle off our backs like claps of thunder over wheat silver to the moon, patterns of stem floundering …
Crash
Why is it that whenever I want to catch a flight another bird comes tumbling down and no one ever …
December Dreaming
I dreamed a dozen dreams with my knees brought up propped against the steering wheel, my bladder taut, same as …
Up Up & Away
The whole wide world is tugging at my skirts with hands that I can’t believe, I’m pushing out and I’m …
Saturday Night Live
Performance cars lie low like fugitives under the gas station’s arching arm rumbling, out the corner of their blue blinkers …
Understanding Politics
Freedom is a word, nothing more, some vagueness we gather from grainless remastered photographs, from movies, movies, billion dollar movies, …
Bleach Breakfast
Words like ‘major’ ‘disaster’ ‘tragedy’ ‘terror’ ‘change’ and ‘death’ leak like oil from the paper in daily doses. I swallow …
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 …
Mystery
I wanted to write simply words that made sense, persistent as grime under fingernails, or ingrained as dirt in callouses of …
MY TROUBLED MIND 