TWLOHA

You my favourite person kiss my favourite scar (and I wanna whisper Will you stay with me until these red … More

Friends in Low Places

Originally published at Nauseated Drive here.

Got a corkboard the size of a dining table painted one side of the frame bright yellow the face to … More

I came home one day to find you reading a book that was written about me. It was written by … More

Most times I’d tell you interesting facts about ketchup / painters / space or Japan / coins / pregnant giraffes … More

Brunette, naturally, no longer your crowning glory used to be: ringlets, Disney princess nowadays: burnt straw, coarse rats’ tails “you … More

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

I should’ve realised that we weren’t going to make it when we were wandering around that big, empty house out … More

I’m delighted that poem #2 ‘Bones’ from my WIP (my second full-length prosetry collection Anatomy of a Disordered Personality) has … More

I can feel your puffed up chest under my heavy head after it rose up for the last time, inhaled … More