Category: Poetry

  • Fatphobia And GPs

    Me: Doctor, I’ve broken my arm.GP: It’s cos you’re fat. Me: Doctor, I stood on a nail.GP: It’s cos you’re fat. Me: Doctor, I’ve got a bad ear infection.GP: It’s cos you’re fat. Me: Doctor, I’m fat.GP: Have you tried eating less and doing more?Me: I was first put on a diet as a 7yo.…

  • The End Of It All

    They fucked the planet. We stressed about plastic straws while they flew everywhere by private jet. Their patrons were BP and Exxon Mobil. The 1%. The pigs. The scum. We never stood a chance. They passed more laws for more fracking. They levied taxes on solar panels and removed EV subsidies. All in the name…

  • Rene And Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War

    Today, after a calm time visiting my folks, I spiralled into a sarlacc pit of worrying about money, worrying about work, worrying about my label, worrying that I’m not doing enough, worrying that I’m doing too much, worrying about my weight, worrying about the fasting I’ve been doing, worrying about worrying, worrying that I’m not…

  • Nightmare

    Last night I had a horrible nightmare where I was trying to fight this monster made out of sliding slabs of stone. It kept blocking my path out of rooms, the noise of it sliding over itself was horrific, like nails on blackboard. I got so scared I woke up and hugged my wife to…

  • Fucking Asda

    I was alright in Mosh Not happy because it was pretty shite Swamped by Scream blokes doing comedy moshing But alright. I was alright driving driving home Didn’t miss you one fucking bit Didn’t even think about you That’s how over you I am And how much I don’t care about you. And then I…

  • Moravec, Marchal & Tegmark (1930)

    I’m home and I’m listening to the new Belle And Sebastian album And it’s good and it reminds me of you. And I was okay cos I was in town with Emma and distracted Probably talking shit about something or someone. And I was okay because I’ve learned how to not see you There, at…

  • England

    Torrential rain and the dejected dopplering of an ice cream van in the distance…

  • You Put On Those Clothes

    You put on those clothes Like they belong to you Oblivious to how ridiculous Your cultural calisthenics Render you. Last album you were folk, This album you’re country, Next one, maybe synthpop? Or are the ‘80s uncool again? Hey, maybe you’ll do “raw rock’n’roll” You know, go back to the roots That you never fucking…

  • The Last Time You Said You Loved Me

    I’m sitting in the university canteen Waiting for Tom, who’s missed his bus And I’m thinking about the last time you said you loved me. We were driving and it was sunny I’d been singing along to something Probably braking on the harmonies. There was a pause, a breath held Just the rumble of the…

  • Silver

    ‘Silver’ is my first photobook and also my first with the female nude. It features a prose poem I wrote last February about two lovers and the text is sexually explicit. The original poem is here. And you can buy the book here. I’m soo happy that, after years of planning, I finally have a…

  • A Poem With Harvard Referencing But Lacking Bibliography / Grace

    Your name has power (Bourdieu and Passeron, 1977 [1970]) When I see it pop up on my newsfeed When it isn’t even you My heart collapses (Schwarzschild, 1916) Grabs hard in my flesh A wave of cold / heat / cold Damns me, guilty Everything shivers When you text me, everything stops Stops stopped and…

  • Four Years Ago Today

    Four years ago today My life ended And this one began Soon, I won’t remember that life Because I can’t It’s too beautiful You’re too beautiful Tonight, I’ll be wearing a mask Over my mask So people won’t ask me if I’m okay If I look sideways I don’t see it I can pretend it’s…

  • The Bike

    Towards the end, I must have known somehow. For the last birthday you shared with me, I got us bikes. You’d wanted to ride for ages but first you’d been too ill And then I’d been too over-protective. I wanted to do something for you and for us. Something together and two and joined. It…

  • A Walk

    Tonight, I went for my normal emo walk but I kept walking. Maybe it was the Jon Hopkins I was listening to. Or maybe not. But I didn’t stop. I’m walking now, somewhere. As I plodded by the Closes and Drives of my neighbourhood, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She’s left me concave, scooped…

  • I Miss You

    I miss you. It’s simple and horrible. A ghost, keening outside my door, Disturbing everything I do. It won’t shut up. I miss you. My house is full of you because It’s your house now. I keep wondering when you’ll come home And I can make you a cuppa And we can have a dull,…

  • Silver

    Below is a note found after the world ended on February the 1st, 2012, apparently left by the last two people alive. Apart from everything, nothing has been changed. You’re sitting cross-legged opposite me on the bed. There’s an impish expression on your face. You’re wearing only a thin white blouse, slightly transparent with a…

  • Her Letter Travelled Through Time To Warn Me Of The Future

    In the instant I was unaware I actually became aware I don’t know if it was emotion Or the flu virus in my body Fucking with my brain But I saw her letter Everything looked strange to me I’d try to look at something And the outlines would shimmer and jump Like a badly tuned…

  • Withdrawal

    When you pull out of me At first, it’s fine, I’m okay. Were you even in there? Really, what’s all the fuss about? Then, usually 24-48 hours later, Withdrawal kicks in. I notice the hole, I feel where you used to be, Filling me up. I wonder at how deep you got Without me even…

  • The Spells We Cast

    I don’t believe in magic But I do Not the dull, lumpy, brown kind That you see in new films and Smell in old books Real magic isn’t magic But it is The spells we cast Surround us and enfold us Incantations murmured Without even realising it “I fucking love you” Takes life, takes wing…

  • The Pattern Of You

    I love the pattern of you I love the pattern that is you You’re a cloud, a wave The shadows of leaves rippling on my wall I can’t believe my luck: That I’m here to witness the pattern that is you Unfold and stretch, giggle and prance I could easily have missed it all If…