Something like ‘January 2017’

I have been at home. Sitting in my spot on the secondhand sofa with my legs outstretched on the old school desk in front. It is too high for a footstool really, it cuts circulation off at my calves leaving my toes to starve – even in thermal socks and under a blanket they are…

Tiny Beards on Fingertips

Monstera Deliciosa the most recent addition to your green collection. And it’s about time. The temporary tattoos, iconic leaves, a gift on your birthday in Berlin, they sit unused good to look at through the packet. On Sunday I read in the therapy chair as you tidied the plant room. You strode downstairs to run hands…

Only We Could Appreciate its Majesty

As I stir this honey into my porridge I think of Kew Gardens, how we agreed that The Hive would be a better experience minus people. To be alone with the sounds, low grumbles made by worker vibrations, wing-chatter               amplified. A vision in aluminium and lit to flicker, we wished…

When Paint Flakes

Simon and Jessica are in the shower , still. It has been fifteen years. His hand now moulded to her cheek, cold water runs along the ridges between their skin. This kiss cares not for dust gathering on bottles or soap. Tiles and peach tub are waiting for their bodies to drop, let their knees…

I Left My Bag on the Megabus

It was almost 1am, we had been travelling since ten my eyes shut, teeth probably chattering , he says that’s what happens when I’m falling fast asleep, then the lights came on          quickly and bright in an attack at least that’s one excuse I’ve made for forgetting my backpack. I was…

This Girl is Beautiful

She smells of her boyfriend’s deodorant, wears a scratch on her stomach from the cat It wasn’t an act of violence. She has a good soul, she is colourful inhabits 34C        size 10 panties The hard skin on her feet adds character

Personal Crisis

I am soon to start big school. Already I own a backpack, I use it for my exploring      I bought an oversized pencil case from Marks and Spencer with a voucher and I aim to fill it with biros, black fine liners and other tools for writing. Like rubber alphabet stamps, and ink pads….

Daily Baggage

The tote bag slung between breast and thigh weighted with potential necessities it carries inside a description of its owner exemplifies why her mind is always unfocused, gives options on a hairstyle        clipped or tied and allows for dates to be crossed through after each midnight.   It hangs, folding to the objects she relies…

Friday Night Love Poem

I am halfway through reading I Love Dick and I am reluctant to continue because I do not want it to end just yet, I wish to stay inside Chris Kraus’ head for longer. She has encouraged me to consider writing letters          of love, yes      and to whom it is…

Life, recently

I left the country. On the continent I travelled, a trip full of artists and I learnt      so      much about people, friendship, language barriers      signs which I was unable to read yet could understand the meaning of I went to Stutthof – an experience I cannot describe, and perhaps…

Westerplatte Beach

My feet have been in the Baltic! Sea! Near an oil refinery            two Port Service cylinders and a chimney.

On Attempting the Classics

Not even classics, just novels meant to be something I’m struggling with Enduring Love            of our time            I cannot get in to it how long does each sentence need to be? Perhaps this is ignorance I recently re-read Factotum I will never be a bum…