First Lights
Three masses of gas are suspended over the riverlake. The trunks, underneath, rub and rub. I’m in a floating house. …
Category Archives: Poems
Moonlight pee
Moonlight pee. The faeries are asleep. Inky leaves and silver mud, crunch, under our feet. We talk about being …
The Abyss
The abyss. Always so inviting. I see a little man over there. Shall I push him? I can sense their …
The unhappy good life
Happiness or wellbeing? What’s good for you is not necessarily what makes you happy. I’d take difficult unhealthy exhausting happiness …
The sound of an ice-cream van at midnight
What is Liverpool? Liverpool is the sound of an ice cream van at midnight It’s a bomb of colour at …