Poems
The Duckling
Skimming the water like a fluffy yellow hovercraft, barely formed beak and feet so sweet they’d make you laugh, tinier than a tennis ball but with just as much chutzpah, the duckling runs the pond’s surface like a James Bond car.
Tugworms for Lewis
I was doing the recycling when despair set in. I climbed back into bed and lay beneath my duvet. Now a coming together of disparate parts, unharvested organs and my fractured heart is auguring in an incoming tide, I no longer feel quite so beside myself...
Kinda
Long distant voices, long distance ‘phones, silence is not golden, life is more deadly and immediate than drones. Don’t insulate from love but embolden yourself to go all in on the chance of a royal flush, chips exist to be consumed. Like the phoenix rising from the...
Happy Heels
It took a bit of building but it’s beautiful to see my new duck-egg blue shoe shelf storage unit, which only on the fourth attempt made it to me. And the difference that she makes to my bedroom, creating space and order, gone the heaps of clothes, which before her...