A poem for the 25th day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo based on the prompt to write a poem “specific to a season.” … More
A stranger came up to me one night on the South Bank to tell me that she always sleeps with … More
Lazing riverside Summer’s night Splintered tables Sticky thighs Discarded suit jackets Loosened ties Abandoned shoes Delirious eyes Plastic jugs of … More
I told myself that As soon as that plant dies, I’ll leave you. It’s fucking thriving.
Days sober: 32. I have been sober for one month. I am relieved, I’m relieved that I made it. I almost … More
Days sober: 28 – four weeks. It’s okay in the day, I’m staying busy Tied up enough so I don’t have … More
I wish my mother’s house had a garden. I so badly miss having access to a garden. I miss watching … More
I just flashed back. The Summer Soulstice, the town’s biggest party, in a (muddy) field down in the gypsy end … More