How Could You?

You used my own body against me. This flesh that is mine to weaponise. This house that is mine to … More

TWLOHA

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

Originally published at Nauseated Drive here.

I don’t need you to kill any spiders. I can buy my own flowers. I prefer to sleep alone. I … More

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

My micro-chapbook, Portrait of the Poet as a Hot Mess, is now available to download and read for free via … More

I’m so pleased to have made an awesome new poet friend recently, Leia John of ‘Poems That Suck’ / @suckasspoetry … More