Year
Need
time
to
think?
Just
pick
up
a
pen,
and
pour
yourself
into
ink.
I think, I write & create stuff. I spent 5+ years working in Creative agencies doing strategy, planning & content writing before qualifying with PGCE distinction at the University of Bristol. I now work as an English Teacher.
Welcome to my site. Here you’ll find both work and play. A collection of my scribbles and snaps, paintings, drawings, thinking & chat.
My poetry often pokes at spots of discomfort in life, as someone who often gets caught in the web of existential thought. I like writing that digs up human nature, our follies, feelings and little madnesses, casting the shady parts of ourselves into light. I am interested in exploring the mundane as macabre.
The scaffolding is a skeleton around the house
it’s holding us together,
rib after rib of humans, living.
someone is dancing on top of my head,
stomping hearty laughs about the place
as tunes swoon in misty kitchens.
I’m trapped in the underbelly.
In this bog basement
throwing rocks at my reflection in the window
Thinking turns to thunking,
Slushy, mulchy, gloopy, shruggy.
Heartbeat’s thumping, rib-filled rocks
and rocky days in dazes.
No stop, ‘till you drop.
in this space with you,
skin on skin, touching.
tuck me under your wing,
this soft-cottoned night
these smudges of time
are beautiful nothing
- just the sight of you,
hair skewiff, star-fishing