Heart(less)

I kept explaining my heart away. Too heavy to carry, too broken to mend, I dreamt that that mess of … More

Want

“What do you want?” “I want to chew on your bones // to go back to 2008 and stop her … More

Throughout April, I tweeted a poetry writing prompt from the @FirstCutPoetry account to (hopefully) encourage people who write 30 poems … More

I’m so excited to share this news with you… My poem ‘When I First Bled’ is a commended winner in … More

You wanted to be a prima ballerina but childhood malnourishment & dire poverty made your bones too weak, your tiny … More

The 12th book in the First Cut Poetry series, Hymns from the Whipping Post by the multi-talented Gabriel Hart, was … More

“Oi. What colour are my eyes?” Until that moment, I had deliberately avoided looking into his eyes. Eye contact is … More

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

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

Claret on cotton and hearts on sleeves; words that hurt and eyes that bleed. After too much truth serum, I … More