Sometimes I go for a walk in the afternoons, when the rain is still dripping from branches and letterboxes and the clouds on the hills look empty While I wander, Continue Reading →

It was treasure. That dive, that day May 12 1999 The True Star looming, listing on its side Barely recognisable, covered in the growing houses of fish The porcelain on Continue Reading →

Just for a project, I decided to try writing a rap song.  —– It’s not my brain it’s just chemical warfare / it’s pouring acid rain running til it’s all Continue Reading →

Suffering gently from a poverty of ideas, the girl swayed on the edge of Occam’s Razor and wondered about being imprisoned for eighteen years for a crime you didn’t commit, Continue Reading →

As noughts and crosses we circle the city at night, pausing cold to stare at the sky, on a breath the darkness fills the place inside us where nothing ever Continue Reading →

While I refuse to give in to your ridiculous demands, I’ll spend the night trying to write something worth your eyes Listening to brave songs and Baudelaire murmuring in the Continue Reading →

I climbed a mountain today Chilled in a too-thin sweatshirt by wind over snow And stood at the point where the path bends back On the corner of a zigzag Continue Reading →

You asked me what I was doing now What something I was using to fill the hours “Still just writing,” I said You are unsurprised “The writer on herself” It’s Continue Reading →

We’re getting pretty good at wearing these masks that line our closets they’ve all got their uses, some of them more than one and the best ones have accessories too; Continue Reading →

A poem inspired by the Footnote to Howl, Allen Ginsberg. Holes holes holes holes holes holes! In my soul a million holes In my skin a million holes In my Continue Reading →