Savage

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

One Time at Camden Lock

1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More

Stumbling out of the pub last night we heard the helicopter before we saw it. “Air ambulance,” he said. “Trouble … More

In response to today’s (final) prompt of NaPoWriMo 2019: to write a minimalist poem. I always try to cut out … More

Good morning, London. If you’re reading this, congratulations! You’ve lived to see another Friday. Good morning, London. If you’re reading … More

Come here lay beside me in the dark we’ll feast on pieces of each other’s broken hearts and eat jalapenos … More

Knock Knock Knock Knock *male voices* Is this the one? Yeah. Knock Knock Knock *opens door a fraction* Yeah? What … More

Babes, I think that, from now on, whenever I get so sad that you don’t know what to do with me … More

On the night we first met, you told me that I would be the death of you. I remember we laughed … More

Once, during the summer of our confusion, you told me that you loved me because I wasn’t like other girls. … More