April 10, 2017
Poetry
March 24, 2017
One more wink
A lone car rumbles down the street the morning yawns you pretend to sleep not ready for the hustle just one more wink
March 20, 2017
Something new
I’m dog tired tonight. Weekends make you weak. The only thing keeping me awake right now are three pieces of spearmint gum and the promise of watching Walking Dead later tonight. I have some neat pictures from my Bristol trip over the weekend which I haven’t edited yet. Bristol left...
December 30, 2016
Freedom is a Mystery
Shameless freedom is a mystery Wasteland studded blasting free adverts What is this really, except easy fantasies)? Normal people trickle down the cracks neoliberal teenagers Rock The Brady Bunch and Unemployed achievers Source document: The Wire magazine
December 27, 2016
Conscious Torpor
And just like that the house was quiet again. The source text for this black out poem was an old issue of Philosophy Now magazine.
December 26, 2016
Attracting Love
This is the last of my sloth days. It’s been fun hanging out with the family and a few friends – eating, drinking, and being merry. For about a week now, I’ve been in chill mode, winding down the year and generally lazing around. But enough is enough. The family...
July 25, 2016
reminisce – 1st draft
She reminisced in my name. Fire, meltdown and the sanity they let lose in a tangled abstract fantasy of post apocalyptic let down. She reminisced in the attic for the wind, the damned, and the free. Her shadow slipped further. Soft she lay as the boys came for her body....
July 21, 2016
all the paths i could travel & jane doe
Here’s an excerpt from my poetry collection, A Thousand Bullets Gone Astray: all the paths i could travel All the paths I could travel are pointing me in 360 directions Which path I choose is hard for me to imagine. If I move in one direction the circle collapses and...
July 19, 2016
Can we breathe
Already clustered full, my morrowed eyes looked beyond her vintage lips. Can we breathe, once again, marked and boundless, a broken wing, crushed by ignorance. I could have wandered on, lived my life asleep like an old door. I never really understood why she said she could only hate what...
July 7, 2016
Who is you? – 1st Draft
My friend Julian Stodd has inspired me do what he calls working out loud, which is, in effect, sharing your works in progress. I thought I’d do the same with some of the writing stuff i’m doing on the prose poetry/flash fiction/aphorism side, beginning with this piece, which was inspired...
May 28, 2016
beginnings
in the beginning was a feeling of something lost a long time ago in the time between moments, in the space between dark and light it slipped away from me now room by room I wait, hoping it will find it’s way back to me