Contiuum
I am an expert at wasting time give me yours, I will use it all up too quickly and too quietly for you to notice I can eat hours, Continue Reading →
Category Archives: My poetry
The Name of This is Not My illness
1. She awakes slowly to the row of bottles on the bedside table Her tongue is heavy and sticks to her lips Each leg is petrified wood, each knee Continue Reading →
Ruru
I thought I heard a morepork last night, calling in the dark Echo, repeat, breathe Breathe, repeat, echo unanswered But it was just my own voice Whispering ‘sleep, sleep, sleep.’
It is all loneliness
One line might not be enough to build a life on It probably isn’t enough to pay for bread, and milk One line might be the echo, the Continue Reading →
Living with teenagers
When you leave teenagers at home, alone, the clocks get broken your favourite mug is perched in an open window Shards of glass whisper in corners the Continue Reading →
The Politics of Illness
Recently I put together a tiny poetry collection to apply for a grant. It was an interesting exercise, writing a set of poems that worked individually but also told a story together. Continue Reading →