Four Fridays in the family planning clinic The first, a consultation, uncomfortable questions Feeling defensive I lost track of time, and I don’t know the ty...

Let us all defile a common art, and take pleasure in the nausea of others. Let us each play the role of a sycophant and then gorge upon the disgust of the ma...

It is only human nature to reach out desperately into the abyss when you are lost in the hope that something on the other side will accept your hand warmly. ...

I’m a mental mess, I’m sure that’s what they say. I can’t hold a conversation, I can’t get anyone to stay. I have friends by my side for five minutes, Before...

Only when it’s too late Will you realise that I too Was praying for a love We couldn’t find Please tell me how I stop How do I stop feeling so deeply? I want...

they made it easy for me to self-indulge in a love that was so fake the people who are supposed to care yet don’t, are so good at looking like art if my bedr...

I am the poet who tells the story of human flesh around human bones cage to a human heart and a human stomach home for butterflies - their wings in sync with...

I have not been sat here in months thanks to you And I've got to admit, I did miss the view, The stars splattered across the blue-black sky And the freckles ...

To my woes, Three cheers! Grab the champagne, get out that fancy chocolate, dust the rust off the record player. To my woes, they keep me up all night. It’s ...

The heady promise of love burns light, then hard and heavy as it twinkles out. The ones who last, persevere through choice and swear the distance’s short. Th...

​ Do you often feel empty when you awake? I mean it’s not something I’m concerned about. Perhaps the feeling is a sign of exhaustion, from the wondrous journ...

​ When's the last time you played air guitar? When were you last free? Do you believe in Karma? Do you think he’ll get what he deserves? How many bruises do ...

​ It is far too long since I’ve tasted lust and passion. Let me breathe your curves and taste your thighs. Softly then sharply. Remind my lips of the sweetne...

​ Your hands are as white as alabaster, Covered with rings and bracelets, To hide the scars of past torments. You say the ring on the little finger Of your r...

​ I want you to buy me a red beret. I can be yours. It can be yours. But I will wear us. I’ll buy you a jumper and vice the verse. I asked you and myself an...

​ Snip snip click click I'm happy I typed a paragraph About my love for bubblebaths And glued it over Turquoise glitter paper I covered the stapler With stic...