When she’s feeling poorly, I rub her tummy and call the animals out from the woods at the foot of the garden. Climbing the stairs with their noses in the air, they jump up onto the bed and stay with her until she’s feeling better. It’s that time of the month, you see. When… Read more

  Kisses on your belly and my tongue doing stuff your mother knows all about but won’t ever say. Fingers on your thighs as you lie there speaking of what hurts with no intention of making a change even though you know it’s all down to you and no one else. You can travel far… Read more

  Starless so starless. Wild and thunderous. Those thighs. Those hips. Those bodies that ignite like the pages of a newspaper that drift around the streets of your hometown with no direction in mind until they spark beneath the glare of the sun. Dreams of plucked teeth and fantasies involving brown eyes and apple-like lips… Read more

  Those lovers who stab themselves in the neck every time something goes wrong. Those lovers who become strangers as if it didn’t mean a thing. All of those lonely, lonely lovers who lose their spark and end up like their parents so stale and predictable, never learning from their mistakes. There should be fire… Read more

  As I’m writing and drinking my wine, I remember the way my grandad used to help me do my tie whenever the occasion arose for me to wear one. I remember the scent of his hands and his gentle but clumsy manner as he looped and uncrossed the thing until I looked like a good… Read more

  Each written piece is a love letter I’m sending straight to your heart. Each syllable an attempt to prove to you that the man I am is the poet you said I could never be. I don’t care much for the opinions and views of those around me. They can sink in a river… Read more

  There’s a certain poetry about your body it must be said. There’s a certain charm and sex that speaks in hushed tones that keep me from growing old whenever I feel my age. Of course, I can’t deny the ageing process. The grey hairs are here already and these bones of mine ache when… Read more

The sound of wind chimes comes to me through the window and for some reason I’m not sure of, I feel so desperately sad. Closing my eyes, I see her dancing in a void, and the delicate beauty of it is reminiscent of the sensation of a moth’s wings tickling the insides of my clasped… Read more

  As I hang on your arm in a crowded room, we act like a Punch and Judy show. There’s blood in my mouth and lipstick on my collar, and it’s all because of you. We argue. We make-up and fuck while dreaming of Old Detroit and the fires that burn on its outskirts. In… Read more