First Light

All hail the first light, dedicated to those who survived the night. Like the woman who lays there bleeding, hope receding, doctors lay their verdict down gently, but either way it’s a sentence, like the one with the prevalent thoughts that overpower the everyday, internal power struggle to keep unseen forces at bay, or the […]

Painted Lines

I’m really proud to be in this month’s Visual Verse. I wrote this poem in response to the image, but also to the conflict in Palestine and Israel that was happening at the time (and still is). For me, there seemed to be a connection between the two and I was really pleased to be […]

Full Beam Dream

Lend me a vision to climb on Shout me some news to drink Stake a claim to a future that’s in clear sight Full beam ‘Cos the roads are more overgrown than ever in this enduring night.

Letter to the Editor

Yesterday was the funeral of my brother’s wife who passed away last month. Her death was especially tragic as she had struggled to find her place in the world and was finally beginning to build a life here in the UK. I wrote this poem in her memory and in the hope that it gives […]

A Thank You

I’d just like to say thank you to all the people who have visited my site recently. It’s been a tough couple of months for a number of reasons and every like and follow means a lot and encourages me to keep going. I’m busy working on a non-fiction submission about Dartmoor and have some […]

Brutal Winds

There is no rhyme or reason, life is changeable like the seasons. For we are all just stalks, swaying helplessly in the breeze, the wind our brutal master.

If Only You Could See Me Now

If only you could have seen her, wrapped like fish and chips in a muslin cloth. If only you could have seen them, top of the division, the amphitheatre turned red with shirts and scarves. If only you could see my woodwork, fuelled by the memory of your steady arms as you pruned back the […]

Kalanchoe Fingertips

My poem is featured in the latest issue of Visual Verse.

Tarmac Scars

I never knew you, except for what I’d read. That we’d been to the same school and your favourite colour was pink. But I got to know your tarmac scars and the bump in the road that makes the cars bounce on their way up the hill. I knew of your friends too, at least, […]

Echoes and Edges event

One of my poems will be featured in the next Echoes and Edges event taking place on Saturday. It’s a live experimental evening of poetry recordings and musical improvisation run by two musicians. Tune in on the night from 7-9pm or have a look at their website to submit your own work.