Sink

He says he never brings girls back to his place because he’s embarrassed about his flat. I tell him that … More

Savage

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

I bought 10ft of artificial ivy once off t’internet / for pennies part of the Poison Ivy costume I was … More

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

You left us nothing but your everything You gave us nothing but your all no bank account, no savings, just … More

I would enquire, would ask exactly how they all met, but all the members of this party are now dead. … More

I used to resent making my father cups of tea. “Why can’t you just make it yourself?” He’d just stare … More

1. Minutes these relentless finite minutes of mine he says we have to make ours count but I just count … More

Originally published at Nauseated Drive here.

I wanted to share this poem about my Dad, for my Dad, today on Father’s Day. This poem is particularly … More