The normal-looking man in the pressed tweed suit directs the woman in the M&S uniform to the packet of mixed fruit he believes to be in the £4 meal deal. It is sat under a suggestive, almost sexy, red £4 sign, sure, but its individual ticket says £2, clear as fridge lights. The shop assistant […]
The Architect buildings were once turgid / perpendicular to the earth / starving catwalks of brick / the Tower of London a pelvis / abdominals / a dick / gesturing starkly / I am a stiff / hard / construct / look up to me while I take your sky / now / villages […]
I wrote this a while back for a competition at Freeword. It got long-listed, and I got some great feedback, but I did that defeatist poet thing of hiding it away because it didn’t win and was therefore shite. Finally, I went through the judges’ comments and worked on it, hard. Here you go, it’s […]
Here’s a blackout poem from an article in which Judy Murray comments on the viability of female tennis stars. Off-Court Males build the country women need to get better at controlling their image. The success of men depends on being able to see more than women. Women are going to have to work harder to […]
Girls Talk Then they look at me different, the girls who’ve heard I’ve been loveless fucking a boy out of my league, a 9 to my 6, that we’ve had sex without story, without aligning star signs or postcodes or appetites or dreams or references. Soon everyone I know knows too, and, rather than ask, […]
‘Unsex me here’ I am incubating these words in a greenhouse. I am naked and deadheaded and in charge of this propagation. I plant them so deep, the soil quakes – this is the birth of a volcano, and the collapse of one. You, boy, can watch if you like but you will stay outside. You […]
Untitled I will hold you like this – a glass cradling milk within it. Aware that we are both liquid, both weeping for the thing we once were.
Ish I lied when I said the blood on your boxers was from a shaving cut on my thigh. It was an instinctual reply. The fox in the bush beside us could smell it but she knew to keep still and quiet. One day we will have our glory and we will no longer […]