Here is a selection of poems I’ve been working on recently.

Soured

How long standing in her kitchen tomato plants and basil old newspapers fantailed Suffolk’s expanse belligerent at the windows. I tear into the flesh of her love sucking overripe citrus crunching pips to oil my tongue.
I have outgrown the colour orange. Still she sends notebooks cardigans, wallpaper samples – imagine! Morning’s chewy body taunts us with wine-stained lips and her, resentful at the sink. It was dad’s honeylove of booze that got us here. Don’t blame me – I’m the child in this house.
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Matthew jumped

and everyone was pleased
to get A grades that summer
muted parties
Uni places
Shoulders up by ears
tight-lipped relief
for everyone except
Matthew’s mum.

Storytime with dad

Hobgoblin had a way with words strung lanterns through the garden where fairies bathed their wings lighting nooks of my childhood. Strung lanterns through the garden I followed always barefoot lighting nooks of my childhood creatures scattering like sundogs.
I followed always barefoot until he died of emphysema creatures scattering like sundogs lost boy refused his fate. Until he died of emphysema left me always searching lost boy refused his fate as he raced through the trees.
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Facts About The Moon

I don’t know about the moon. So where to begin? I met a man a brightness He wore a signet ring on his left hand a mosaic of scars across his neck and jaw. In another lifetime we are friends or more. In This I know he fist-bumps. Got promoted asylum seeker to soup kitchen chef.
And me I feel my age. Should I spray magnesium on my feet? a ritual to late-stage capitalism. I feel layers of myself streaming off into the wind catching on the blackthorns that stand embarrassed by the motorway’s bleak edge. Hoarding vagrant hours of sleep like oyster shells. In another life I am sister to the moon a trampled puddle straining at her glow In this life I heard his tent was set ablaze in the night. Tonight while I sleep if I sleep I dream a soft scalpel round my forehead gently remove the brain slide her into warm waters a cleansing Let the hurt start to dissipate. As for us we never could hold onto our borders. I am all tides and meteors and heaven knows there is no middle ground with those beasts.
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