‘Text’ by Carol Ann Duffy explores communicating by texting and how it can appear voiceless and impersonal, but is in fact emotionally...

Let’s talk about William Carlos Williams. While Shakespeare dazzled us with his iambic pentameter, complex themes, and words longer than...

I’m drawn to your listening face its soft focus and calm demeanour a cheek in your palm book spread across your lap your eyes           ...

———tinning——————————perforated metal can——————hollow the holes———————remember the telephones———————thick string vibrations————stop the...

After wandering through the starry sky all night, you are gently lifted, then suddenly fall, recaptured by this body, in the gray morning...

Off home alone, it’s nearly dawn, My spangled skirt is slightly torn, My dad would say I look a sight; Shite more like.   The heel has...

I catch myself in a full-length mirror an adult Homo sapien in all its shame and glory A lanky figure  with long orang-utan arms just...

Earlier my wife  went across the street  to see the neighbour’s new kitten.  When she came back  she said the little guy has fleas.  So...

I wash the thought of you off my hair in the shower hoover your steps away from my bedroom carpet find a penny you dropped when you last...

I stepped out of my Uber into the busy streets of Lagos, which were, as usual, a chaotic mess—vendors shouting, cars honking, people...

Locked in my dungeon Fire alarm blasting off The neighbour burnt fish. Tapping my Oyster Blocked in the traffic again Someone stole a...

I knew the smell of it in all its colours stainless steel when freshly drawn rusty brown vinegar of Merlot when old I approached it as...

I have to put candles in my sink when I shower, the light is broken I’m too scared to tell the landlord   I avoid what is good for me I...

LET ME BE THE ZEITGEIST OF THE TESCO EXPRESS // AND COMMISSION MY PILOT FOR OUT OF WORK CLOWNS I AM THE GENDERQUEER ICON OF THE BELL...

I’m out without a coat for the first time this year The sun is warm on my face,      baking on my back, It’s glorious. For fifteen...

Do not feel down because I have departed as I’m up here getting the party started. I'm blasting our favourite songs on Neptune and...

I hide in the kitchen close to the boiling kettle for its soothing din to overwhelm my ears so the slamming doors and abrasive words are...

his appearance should be as an albino in a white room barely in phase with the light his staccato commas  barely at metaphoric rest.

handing pieces of my soul to people on the streets dragging my heart along the footpath racing to catch the bus fumes belch into the air...

Sometimes I wonder whether I will kick The bucket in the middle of the day— You know, you've got somewhere to go and tick Tock, time is...