Earlier this year I was on a Poetry School course in Lambeth and met Harry Man. I really liked his work and I think he…
Poetry
Tag: poem
these are the things that carried the stuff that people bought see those loops for hands – handles they’re called naturally they never carried boxes…
I will wait at the door with flowers if she greets me at all it will be brief and cold as the Guildford house where…
It took three rows of barbed wire coiled round stakes, hammered at angles into sand and shingle. The beach packed and leaking like keddle nets…
The first she prises out, clenched in bindweed: reluctance adds to its appeal. And there: not so large as to burst pockets, several flints conspire…
On Saturday I was at a writing day at the Poetry Society, led by Ann and Peter Sansom, who put us through our paces in…
This is not what I expected.Red was my colour, or white,white as a virgin’s skin. Robeshung from me as delicateas the smooth charcoal tissuethat floats…