at midnight

I find myself

in your sleeping


in your shallows

your tilt         your pucker

in the creases

and the talcum

of your skin


in your depths

your flail         your clasp


in your loaming

and the ripening

of your seedling limbs




Spent all weekend taking part in a #52hrFilm challenge and made this visual poem based on a quickly penned piece of flash fiction.

Such fun and great weather!


things that we lost


Things that we lost

Light always follows

There’s comfort in the sound
of the first bird
that calls from the dark
in the absence of cars
in the vacuum of space
that sits in the place somewhere
between 4 and 5am

There’s comfort in knowing that
yesterday will not be coming back
that those lessons learnt
last year
last month
or just the week
before are done with

Even though more will be lurking
like black cats bringing the lie
of magic or death

There’s comfort in the breath
from an unknown body in your ear
when the fear of intimacy
is far scarier than
a walk of shame
red cheeks the embers
from the night before

There’s comfort in forgetting
and then also of remembering
that we’re all
just making up a story
as we slide through life

and the ones about the other
serpents in our circle
are tiny slices

Or at best just drawn from memory
and only recognisable to
our own small ego

There’s comfort in
and comfort outside
the box and most of all
in letting go of boxes
that we place between ourselves and others

though it’s a harder path to take
it’s one I’d like to get to know

There’s comfort in the sound of
The first bird that calls from the dark
In the absence of cars
In the vacuum of space
That sits in the place somewhere
between 4 and 5am


Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

Just incredibly proud to be one of the poets featured in this wonderful anthology of poetry that is raising money for MIND. Please Hear What I’m Not Saying is available now from Amazon.


Salt Lake

Very pleased to have been long listed in the winter Reflex flash fiction competition. You can read my story Salt Lake here. The story will be included in an anthology of long listed submissions later in the year.


Best Practice

Joyful to have my words inside this Zine. Beating those January Blues one poem at a time.


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