Write like a formalist; read like a performer. I live in Salford, but Cambridge is my hometown. I've been published in Paragram, Small Word, 14 by 14 (twice), Ale, and Tilt-a-Whirl; there's a self-published chapbook of my work around the place. I love doing readings and poetry nights and open mics: invite me and see what happens. I love representation and metaphor, patterns, and talking half the night. Beer is good too.
They say my future follows on your past, commanded not to love you by the wise: they say he never truly lives who lies a captive still, and by your charms held fast: your warmth was torn by chilly morning air, through daytime heat your image in my eye would ever grow, would wane, would never die, and with the night, you’d once again be there. You took my life, and took away my breath; you took my world, and left your words untrue. No dreams are left I haven’t left with you and still you keep reminding me of death. I’ve abdicated kingdoms for your sake: and yet, and yet… I wish myself awake.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
there'll be four and twenty guys (04/04/2020)
Gordon Wright (11/02/2019)
Don't say this struggle's all in vain (30/10/2018)
The Dark Blot (04/10/2018)
Edward Lear rewrites "The Flea" by John Donne (31/07/2018)
In my head (24/06/2018)
Breakdown of "I walked in darkness" (04/11/2016)
And yet you show surprise (21/03/2012)
Among those born as humans on the earth (19/03/2012)
Dear Sir... (12/03/2012)
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