A lil black phone with my poems in

Sian's Yellow Roses I. Energetics Yellow rose, sun-aligned, a rising flare, petals like a lion’s amber gaze. Warming the solar plexus, s...

The Ballad of Tontine Street ( Folkestone, May 25, 1917 ) The queues were long on Tontine Street, It was a market day. No on...

  What hunts me?   Politicians, who scapegoat those marginalised communities, now they’re coming for disabled, crusade on sicknote culture.

"Don’t Try This At Home*   Don’t head butt showers, it’s not smart, headaches begin, you will feel like the saddest girl in...

Shakespearean rant Oh thou withered kidneyed vile worm. There is a crime against language, a most misused and mangled utterance ...