Heart(less)

I kept explaining my heart away. Too heavy to carry, too broken to mend, I dreamt that that mess of … More

Want

“What do you want?” “I want to chew on your bones // to go back to 2008 and stop her … More

Throughout April, I tweeted a poetry writing prompt from the @FirstCutPoetry account to (hopefully) encourage people who write 30 poems … More

I’m so excited to share this news with you… My poem ‘When I First Bled’ is a commended winner in … More

You wanted to be a prima ballerina but childhood malnourishment & dire poverty made your bones too weak, your tiny … More

“Located in a peaceful and secluded part of Southgate, Priory Hospital North London is set within a striking Grade I … More

The night before you were killed, I was drinking at the pub where you were tending the bar. After the … More

Claret on cotton and hearts on sleeves; words that hurt and eyes that bleed. After too much truth serum, I … More

Apparently, you’re not supposed to smile when a cat scratches you. That’s what he told me when he realised that I … More

Standing on the cliff edge two steps away from certain death I hurled the contents of the velvet box into … More