A lil black phone with my poems in

Sonata of the Hunt: A Ritual of Whimsy Presto Before the annual performance of the hunt commences, eggs must be manifested th...

All You Wanna Do (Is Strip Trans Down) (To the rhythm of “All You Wanna Do” - Six) All you wanna do, All you wanna do, baby— ...

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

Detour We missed the turn for Woodham Walter - you laughed, said bugger it , while Meat Loaf promised anything for love, but...

Feathered Kin We met in the liminal circle of stone on sand. You followed the crows through rain, I called the choughs from the...

Lay you down They cleared the brambles—started fresh— but nettles shot up fast, tough, sharp, and everywhere. I wanna lay yo...

Hook-a-duck, hook-a-love. The ducks bob on water and the rod dips low. You aim, you laugh, you hope. Plastic hearts on ripplin...