Biography

I’m a 33-year-old forklift driver who lives deep in the Bedfordshire Hell. My work has been accepted by:
Ambit, Weyfarers, The Journal, Mud Luscious, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Poetry Over Coffee, United Press, Monkey Kettle, Clockwise Cat, Burning Houses, Urban District Writer, erbacce, Purple Patch, Urban Landscapes, Neon Highway, KRAX, Moodswing, Decanto, Antique Children, Danse Macabre, Word Riot, Global Tapestry Journal, Obsessed With Pipework, The Delinquent, Broken Wine, Sarasvati, Dawntreader, Heroin Love Songs, Horror Sleaze Trash, Blackheart Magazine, Negative Suck, Naughty Girl X, Streetcake, Howls & Pushycats, as well has being a featured poet on The Poetry Kit’s ‘Caught On The Net’.
I was also voted Monkey Kettle’s Poet of the Year 2009, somehow!
I have several self-published chapbooks, as well as ‘These Dirty Nothings’ and 'Room Is Brutal' both from erbacce-press. New collection due out with Knives Forks & Spoons Press.
All chapbooks available from my email address or from erbacce-press.

Samples

Black Night Thing

This black night
is like any other
time of day,
it’s how you handle it
that matters.
This black night,
it’s what you do with it
that counts,
what you do to it
that goes all the way:
how you learn,
how you shake,
how you remember
the daylight,
how you take in
all that blackness,
as if it’s madness,
and for a moment
you’re not so lost,
like you’re
right there
and the darkness just
screams out.

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Stay with me till morning

Because the night eats everything
And this town’s been getting
Cold for
Too long now

Don’t leave me alone with
This awful darkness
Smiling like it
Knows something

The cruel shadows will stab
Intrude
Creep in, looking
They can keep the lot but
Won’t lay a finger
On us

Write you name luminescent
Glowing naked in
All this blackness
I need to prove it
To the daylight
That you were here
That you were
Real

Let’s make this night
Last

It’s the way the
Dawn hits
That really takes
Our breath away

In this blue room
I tremble
And
I want to know

Do you tremble too?


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Somewhere the Sun

Somewhere along the way
The gods ended and
The madmen took over everything

Somewhere along the way
The poets leapt like tigers
Or wanted to

The clock faces smiled
The darkness was unexplainable
And the blues crept in
When your back was turned

But it’s no problem

Only the sun knows
What’s on the other side

The trick is to hammer it out
True
To let it all fall away

The trick is to never know
To feel it raw
Opening out around you
Like there’s nothing left to lose

The trick is to get it down
On the line
Just right

And not to worry

In time you’ll make it through
And it will be good

In time you’ll turn everything
Into words

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The Bluest Blues

Listen to the
blueness there’s
nothing left but
this blue haze
everywhere this
blue haze in
blue air this
blue room
in which I sit
feeling the blue
come down
around me
over everything
envelops
blows blue
sad empty
like there’s
no other
kind
of colour

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