A Coffee and a Cake in Costa

I Feel as though my poetry has been getting a bit heavy, political and depressing lately and that’s not the kind of person that I am, so here’s something a bit lighter… I’m getting rather larger My sugar is getting as high as a pensioner on weed Or a gang of middle aged women, experimentingContinue reading “A Coffee and a Cake in Costa”

The Last Moment

Your hand in my hand Like a reticent child putting on Winter mittens Made of old, weathered parchment. Sitting here Dying here In this soulless intensive care department As the sorrow cries And tears so hot they’re dry And fragile remnants of hope die And like a bird I want to fly Far away FromContinue reading “The Last Moment”