Written with regards to a University career and general period of late adolescence which have thus far, had a dramatically negative impact upon my mental health.
Where do you go when you go? When breathing trips up on the carpet corner And the clip-clop flicker in your eyes Lets itself out of the front door. What thoughts are these? Whose locked horns pull your cheeks Ever-tighter. Fine lines and – Sidelined. Which fears guide that current? Coursing through unsteady hands A […]Read more "When You Go"
“I bit the hand that fed me, there was blood and blueberries on the bed sheets” “I need you to stay on th-” He curled himself around the fire escape Once, twice, metal Clattered, warmed by breath The telephone a requisite interruption Momentarily providing enough space between you, knock-kneed, skin grazed by teeth, and Him, […]Read more "Hello Operator"
Again, William Blake proved me right – only in cities could I too ‘see visions’ and ‘dream dreams’. Having spent most of August in a tiny Spanish town catching up with family and friends, I could feel my creativity leaking out of me as the familiarity of Spain set in once again. I didn’t write […]Read more "A Weekend In Roma"
This morning, Brussels airport was struck by two explosions. An hour later, the Maelbeek metro station suffered a similar fate. Newspapers and politicians alike have been quick to parallel these attacks with those which occurred in Paris in the November of last year. Already, cries of ‘selective sympathy’ have arisen from various social media outlets […]Read more "The Political Posturing of the Brussels Attacks"
It was all foreign hands in familiar places and watching window panes, anticipating the creak of the second stair to the left Our black hair dusted with talc holding out for the rattle of the stopped clock on the dresser Back then, dead hands wrote pale letters and I felt numbness creak in the back of […]Read more "Motel Blues"
The creaking chair momentarily Kissed our velvet moon And kindled itself Amongst burnished letters Churning out a flame-fuelled song You squinted at all that which burned As though its whispered call Had brushed its smoke-tinged fingers Against your reddening cheek As though it dragged you away From the site of fading memories Taking you back […]Read more "Bonfire"