‘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”

Migrating Season

Fifth time in five years and like always days dragged their feet then sprinted, until with the shrivelled fruit of August I am sweating boxes, dripping saucepans to another crater of this city. Heat bears down, desk fan churns but missing this place? Its panorama of bins, the guy who daily examines his dick, thickContinue reading “Migrating Season”