Ode to Patrizia Cavalli: My Poems Won’t Change the World

She had me at the title. I remember it well – a rainy afternoon in the Waterstones on Garrick Street, about 5 years ago. I hadn’t heard of Patrizia Cavalli before that day, but was immediately drawn in by the sincerity of her self-deprecation, the nonchalance of her pose in that armchair photo on theContinue reading “Ode to Patrizia Cavalli: My Poems Won’t Change the World”

‘Does it hurt?’: newly published by Ink, Sweat and Tears

Good things come in threes – after much (often unsuccessful) submitting, I have another poem up on Ink, Sweat and Tears – a webzine with real soul run by the wonderful Helen Ivory. This one is very tender, very close to my heart. I hope it speaks for itself without much need for explanation, butContinue reading “‘Does it hurt?’: newly published by Ink, Sweat and Tears”

Summer Evening

Ekphrasis, after Edward Hopper  when at last you crossed my lawn  through the dank of late July  all I could see was the way sweat pooled  in the creases of your shirt  the glint in your eyes as they scrutinised   the fissure in my chest  the pot of beans boiling over behind the curtain  andContinue reading “Summer Evening”

New poems on Wild Court: ‘Arrival’ and ‘Questions to a mound’

I am very pleased to have two new poems on Wild Court – a wonderful journal founded in the English Department during my degree at King’s College London. Both poems are, coincidentally, connected in some way to that time. ‘Arrival’ is inspired by my home of 2 years on the Regent’s Park Estate in Camden;Continue reading “New poems on Wild Court: ‘Arrival’ and ‘Questions to a mound’”