Wrestling Emily Dickinson

Another cafe where all seems to be at peace, the civilised side of the shield of Achilles, where frothy, caramel-flavoured confections are...

I said to myself, last night, that I wasn't going to write about the Suzanne Moore thing. Partly it's because Stavvers at Another An...

( So. Er...hi. I'm back. Sort of. As some of you may know, I got a little bit sick with pneumonia earlier in the year and had a long hia...

Trigger warning: this poem discusses a transphobic attack and its aftermath. Certain verses also refer to prison rape. If either of these th...

I sit down and my stomach flips the way it did on Spuggy's Bridge years ago on the run to Jarrow breathlessness with every step...

May: I deport. You, May? Not! *    *    * Look, don't judge me, I'm three poems behind here! This is inspired by the prompt f...

You tell me that you're zen and all we have to do is wait for the body of our enemy to wash by on the river. You tell me that every...