Wrestling Emily Dickinson

  (Content note: the following deals with themes of suicide, genocide and racism. Also, the edition of Kicking the Pricks linked to is not t...

  On the edge of Dartmoor Charles begins to realise How weak he has become: how much control Has slipped through his arthritic, bloated fing...

 Gray Bloc tactics are a good idea if a change of t-shirt helps you disappear, but I stand out even when I’m indistinguishable, even dressed...

  (I started writing this poem back when the government's plans to ban pornography which featured 'strangulation or suffocation'...

  They'd never dredged the like of it:  a mound of lego, sodden books and posters, toys, pig-Latin plaques, ceramic shards that once wer...

Looking at a dog the night before she dies, she will remember a conspiracy of kindness: the cat they called Old Smokey, smuggled in from the...

I would like to make him live one day the way he has made others live. I would like him to wake up in rubble with dust in his belly and thro...