unicorn hoax

Période,   and the tower out the Window. It was transported over ze Sea! Well that's one way, isn't-it-not. Romance is a dead hor...

not just grief but marks & sparks tights what leave a mouth around your waste. she probably opens in different ways, a small ape...

Little Auk of the green corridors, Arctic flip-flap of the undug dugout, Alluvium piper of wetted socks and the great spines of tyres...

artlessness on a friday and they’ve put the grit down- no sky, no smell of fire no fire-burned char just blood-flat london . a spl...

Hare meets Gnome: Kenning Sack-eared witch-zipper of the wild seas of grass darts drunk through a crazy-paved mouth of flowers. S...

POEM IN WHICH I DO NOT BORROW ANY OF THE WORDS  FROM A POEM BY HELEN MORT AND USE ALL OF THEM IN A  DIFFERENT ORDER TO CREATE A POEM IN ...

7 and encased in the velvet catsuit purple with the white piping, on the edge of a bridge where water slipped past like a ghostling i was- w...

people in kernels and dark straits. you, my sunlit trudge- your world is not important. light makes you up strange fish, cramped up oh god l...

mid-deck in the eye of the storm   the centre of the teacup is where i’ll be   ton 80 as the waves in my lap speak of   window cake ...