Funplundering the nonsensical habits of valedicted Victorian poets.
A poetic character portrait from a distillation of informal observation.
A foreigner’s observations of a neighbouring cow farm whilst living in Switzerland.
Or, more simply: ‘A Flying Guilt Trip’
"If I'm still wearing my jeans then it was only a dream." But as it’s St. Valentine’s Day, this poem might be less of a dream if you aren't...
I've spent too long in Twitter's despondent company.
Imagining the trajectory of a transitory human connection.
is on April 2nd #WAAD
The most personal of my poems I've released into the world to date.
Don’t get mad. Stay calm and write some poetry...
Dedicated to anyone staring out the office window, wondering what life could be like.
A poem dedicated to every hopeful writer.