My second performance poem
A poem that elucidates the differences between hunting and poaching
“Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Plato The fire crackles as she walks through the sand leaving behind size four footprints a fighter plane… Read more “Size Four Footprints”
Tusks White Stars Hunter’s Dream Tools, keys, food, roots Fight *Author’s Notes* This poem is in the style of a Japanese Lanturne and its short length is… Read more “Ivory”
My first horror-themed piece of writing.
A seagull flies towards the horizon. I look over blues upon greens rocks as rugged as lone cowboys, John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, that sort of thing, you… Read more “Harbour”
The more we do to you, the less you seem to believe we are doing it.” – Dr. Mengele Propaganda billboards are strung up by motorways to… Read more “Illusory”
My first performance poem and one of my best
Dedicated to our army of brave soldiers who work in the NHS.
All roads lead to nowhere, except for the one that takes me home, my favourite one that stretches into fields of nothingness. Bare land whose only inhabitant… Read more “Country Roads”