What must I accumulate in the pursuit of a grey cloud, But introspection of the vapour in me? The fallen cannot be followed, though they...

There’s a room in a village that captures heat in a spot, Where a red rug rucks against a dusty guitar, And petals swelter smooth like...

‘Just a little bit to the left. Okay, and down a bit. Actually—no—just set it to the right—' Mum stroked her chin, tilting her head to...

I run my fingers down the basin of our pond, Drained, not dry—it hasn’t been long. My hand cramps a twitch like a fish out of water,...

My vicar’s the cliché of an old-age priest, Lips stained with blood of Christ as she saunters through the village. The tipsiest disciple,...

What’s Armitage when I no longer, If the moon makes cup rings to stain the day? If nothing’s new, and the bridges are soot, Then why do...

Although, as you’re reading part three of this travel blog, you may expect some kind of order, I cannot guarantee the linear nor the...

Marks appear on the lesser mutt’s neck, Like the scar on your lip from a flashback. Go easy Gomeisa, rest Canis Minor, Carry your collar...

Of course art imitates life; we are life,  All we know is life and the absence of it.  We know the truth, we know the lies, We know the...

Today's post is more of an announcement, as I have worked out how to deliver my poetry in a way that is more easily digestible to those...

In the derelict church down Eccles street, wicks kiss one another with fire on their tongues, and allonge with a passion that melts down...

They were stranded there, along the sea and sand, He was perched on grains of glass, she was beside Poseidon's hand, He thought she would...

Beside toaster crumbs and ramen packet corners, Alongside bottle dregs of rum and hardened hand warmers, A pair of fists lay prone and...

What exists in the space between my last post and this? Very little, but I'd be remiss not to acknowledge the betweenness that is birthed...

The ability to be an author was once exclusive to certain intersectionalities of class, gender and ethnicity. This circulated a specific...

I pulled the pre-rolled joint from my hoodie pocket, knowing it was the safest place to keep it intact. Trouser pockets, while being...

Winter Scarf I wear it like a scarf. That wretched constriction. Tossed across my throat. The fibers clung  to each cut stump. I remember...

I thought it would be appropriate for this week’s blog post to run a Genius Lyrics on a song I wrote as part of a collaborative band...

If you’ve ever read a book with pages and pages of afterword, then you’ll know that abrupt feeling of the end creeping up on you. It was...

Florets of snow pressed against settled raindrops on my window. It never laid—not long enough to stretch an angel in the garden or make a...