Tuesday, 17 November 2015

The hard nights

She had forgotten
the thud
of unwanted thoughts
and clattering
of forgotten memories
imprisoned wails
escape her lips
and a tear
finds it's path
over oily skin,
She regresses
Clutching hands
over her chest
foetal on
virtuous sheets
in sweet blackness
promise the end
encourage light
she can't see
further than
the end
of her nose.

Saturday, 31 October 2015

Autumn leaves

You changed
so slowly
from an envious green
with life in your veins
to walking away
fleeting yellow
kicking leaves up
as though problems
could be lost
in the crisp gold
I didn't feel
the bitter cold
I didn't try to pull
my coat close
or twirl a scarf
around my neck
until the morning
my fingers turned blue
and the leaves
were sodden
with rain
and trodden
into cracks
in the pavement
reminding me,
under grey skies,

Autumn leaves.

Tuesday, 15 September 2015


Sitting on a window ledge

In the early hours

An exhaust backfired

He watched the smoke spiral

Towards the

Sunset street lights

And wondered

About people

so disposable.

Drunk on memory

He shifted

On the edge of belief.

Concrete hope

was all that held him.

Strident laughter

cut through the silence

But he failed

to see the funny side.

Monday, 3 August 2015

Paper worlds

Like artists

On a clean sheet

Of stark white paper

we map the world

Small at first

dark outlines

pushing the pencil

deep markings

metallic trails

of the certain.

We branch out

into sketchier dreams

the swirls

of future plans

eraser marks

and fresh rubbings

the silver smudging

of change

on hands and wrists

Only when we think

It's all perfect,

that we have our eyes

on all the shadows

Will someone spill

Sunday morning tea

Staining it,

ageing it,

Then we colour over

the lines.

Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Moving on

Moving on,
Is like watching
the sun
rise high above
last nights clouds
smelling the rain
from the storm
that kept you up
until sunrise.
It's seeing the beauty
in the pink
and orange
and lavender haze.
It's deciding to
wake up early
to coffee
and the fresh pages
of an unopened book.
It's knowing
that today
might be the same
as the day before it
but smiling anyway
you were alive
to see
the blank canvas
of new

Tuesday, 2 June 2015


There is no glamour
in the sad imprints
of your thighs
spread wide
licked with blue
and forced against
Klein's sheets.

There is no pride
in immortalising
Your mother's body
In midnight stains
Losing yourself
in the canvas
The fumes leave you dizzy,
Sticky and exhilarated,

You lay back

Ready for the other side.

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Park Mornings

became her friend
the night
of broken bones
her ally
as she sat
in the new hours
drinking wine
from a
green-necked bottle
her lips stained
with unstolen kisses
It was
most beautiful
to see the sunrise
Over an innocent day
And nothing lovelier
than the way
escape looked
in the shadows
under her eyes.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Rag doll girl

Rag doll
bending at your
every will
Cracked voices
in the silence
couldn't contain
the obvious pain
the toxicity
of you
yet knowing
I would not

Ten minutes ago
we laughed
tears unlike these
Before I whisper
And you dismiss
with another kiss
I concede
once more
I plead
but you slam
another door
in my face,
I wont let it

I leave
Early morning
crisp nicotine
heart beat
pumping regret
into hate filled veins
Broken glass
under bare feet
A lethal concoction,
I am not
your rag doll
a promise
I still

Monday, 11 May 2015

Twisted urges

It might 3am
I want you
Whoever you are
My crazed desire

Any strong hands 
Around my neck
A fight
for air
I no longer deserve

I romanticise 
The sharp gasp
at the sweet
sting of skin
in once hidden places

Almost silent
At the delicious pulling
of come to bed hair

For that satisfying
Pulse weakening
oxygen starved

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Small Dreams

The broken
For a moment
allows herself
to fall in love
with perfect strangers
She dreams
of slow dancing
with faceless men
she'll never know

She lowers her guard
just enough
to see a future
with the stranger
on the 36
Who promises
with his eyes maybe
or a half smile
to love her
between King Street

And Tanners End

Monday, 20 April 2015


Huddled into a warm flesh cocoon

You quietly said
                                                      I want to fly now.

I looked down at you, little caterpillar

Safe in my arms

Nestling my nose into your hair

I can’t let you go

                                                      I want to fly now, you said.

Changing eyes

You’re lost, little caterpillar

You want to be beautiful?

You already are to me


You don’t need these split brown arms,

Peeling skin tears into a smile

You are my little caterpillar

                                                       Fly free.

Friday, 17 April 2015

There are days

There are days
When we can see
the sunlight
 hitting the terracotta brickwork
There are days
when we smell
stale cigerettes
honey and lemon
and yesterday's tea
There are days
where we need not speak,
Sandpaper silence
says everything
you really mean
There are days
Where my head
loses it's self
in a plethora
of want
There are days
when I feel
And days
When I pray
For more days.

Hull Paragon Interchange

The Interchange
Is like a movie scene.
People everywhere
And yet I'm alone
Clutching a lukewarm Coffee
Everyone perks up to listen
the train woman's monotone song.
the 3:05 to Sheffield
will now depart from Platform six.

And not the one
with the black circular benches
That I had claimed
For the last 15 minutes.
I scurry with my three bags
bouncing off each other
to the rhythm of the next verse.
This train is formed of 5 coaches

A little boy
Trips on the sand coloured floor
And he cries
As his mother tries
to collapse a pushchair.
A small black screen blinks
orange letters
Places, times, platforms
But I don't stop to read
Train woman goes on,
First class is situated
Towards the rear of the train.

I stop on Platform six
Watching the train pull in
The windows are beaded with rain
And for a moment
I'm thankful for
The ridiculous arched roof.
The doors open with a hiss
then a clunk
As the end of the station song
Tells me that
An at seat service is
available on the train.