A poem in the voice of Rosalita. Read More. I don't like salesmen And you've got nothing to sell me Sure you're suave but you're just nicely packaged I'm bored with conversation That leads nowhere and says nothing And you said nothing Just to talk to me [chorus] Don't talk to girls As if we're... Continue Reading →
o2 Academy
Somewhere, in the annals of time, am I still dancing at a Zane Lowe disco? I might wear skinny jeans tonight I could dye my hair an unnatural bright but you wouldn't be fooled if I stopped by the Student Union, or Brixton, joined the 2999 who might be dancing, in their own time to... Continue Reading →
Monterey Bay Aquarium / Miami
A poem about commuting.
Ludgate Hill
A poem about commuting.
Kirkcaldy Testing Works
A poem inspired by a building near my former workplace.
Japan.
I wish I could give you Hokkaido winter like you want it. Independence, structure, cultural benevolence ought to be a simple inheritence. I'm not disinterested but I don't know what it holds for me to be in a place where I can't speak, can't understand. Where my very bones ache with the cold, the two... Continue Reading →
Irish Culture
A poem about love and escaping... and Irish arts funding.
Protected: Hotel room food network
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Georgia Skies
A short poem written during my PhD work on Gone With The Wind.
Five Towns and Fenton
A poem about seeing somebody you used to know well and being ignored.
Late Romantic 