Taken from the reviews page of Crack Magazine, March 2020
Taken from the review pages of Crack magazine, March 2020
From Bristol: In Stereo March 2020 edition
Taken from The Lanes listings from Bristol in stereo March edition- which feels like an artefact from a different world
photographs left on a windowsill.
That’s the hope. The numbers will
blur, the weeks will drain of detail
and colour and I will be left with
outlines and vague shapes, glimpses
of faces in the washed-out clouds,
voices speaking through the hiss.
But I’ll remember the constant dread
every time the radio cut to a bulletin,
how the cruelty of those in charge was
too obvious to ignore. I’ll remember
watching the trees bloom with wonder,
asking myself how beauty could still
emerge around us. I’ll remember the sun
stroking our faces despite everything,
warming us before starting on the slow
obliteration, over-exposing our thoughts.
Final prompt was “What Will you Remember?” from AmyKayPoetry. I’ve tried to avoid writing directly about the crisis as thousands have said many wise and helpful things. With this prompt, it felt appropriate to address it.
I’m done! Thanks for all your support in this
to the wind, like a website with every
space filled with adverts, all flashing
for my attention, like a river delta
as hundreds of tributaries race towards
the ocean. Do you understand? It’s like
I’ve drunk ten espressos and all I can hear
is the thumping house beat of my heart or
like I am dust in the depths of the galaxy
not yet ready to coalesce into planets.
You must know what I mean. It’s like I’m
a beam of light shot through a prism,
or my thoughts are cryptic crossword clues
or I’m a CRT television stuck between
channels, half images looping back over
themselves. What I’m trying to say is
I’m like a lizard darting across hot
sands, it’s like I’m caught in a washing
machine near the end of the cycle, like
I’ve become a comet entering the atmosphere
before inevitably burning, disintegrating,
becoming nothing more than fine ash rain.
Prompt was “Gimme Simile- really pack those similies in” from AmyKay Poetry. One day left!
Taken from In the Moment magazine.
I read The Fathest Shore by Ursula K. LeGuin the other day. Would recommend.
Quick one done the other evening, made from the review pages of Crack magazine, March 2020
From a review of Shabaka and the Ancestors in Crack magazine.
Taken from Meditations on the suburban surreal by William Doyle in issue 108 of Crack Magazine
This song seems appropriate given the events of yesterday. It’s a slow growing collapse.
Taken from the review pages of Bristol In Stereo January 2019
Both taken from my debut chapbook Our Voices in the Chaos.