we live in a society. Today I cycled to the library in a miniskirt. It's not a noteworthy thing for me to do; in fact, I probably wear more clothes than most of the people I see on my commute in the balmy final days of summer. It is not remarkable to see a lady's... Continue Reading →

Reddish-brown leather, silver studs, darkened to gunmetal by time and mottled besides. High wing back and buttons in the quilting that look just like the speakers on the wall. I see you, with glasses on your nose looking up something in Halliwell's. I see you, eyes closed, record on loud, dead to the world, happiest... Continue Reading →

Happy start of term to undergrads. Listen up, fuckers. I work in both a high school and university, and have done both concurrently for about ten years now*. Trust, I know when you have not done the reading. I was a giant nerd in my own undergraduate days, the kind of person people asked to... Continue Reading →

A man took me home once who took a slash against a wall in Green Lanes; I was aghast. (Dear Reader: we still fucked.) And now when I am walking down some snicket where men piss I think of him. This short poem was written as part of the 'Alphabet Superset' programme: it is quick... Continue Reading →

A poem in the voice of Rosalita. Read More. It's my hips you look at It's my hair you look at It's my friends, my trends, my dance You look at I see a dead-eyed stare, I see eyes turn green, I see sidelong glances from the mirror My face in your pocket on your... Continue Reading →