• The lions dip and weave to the drum / in gold-frilled, red-fringed / purple nylon tracksuits … Read more

  • There’s one other person waiting for the 106 under the long line of shelters between the car yards and the Causeway. A hunched-up bus-stop woman. I sit down beside her, tucking my weathered coat around my knees. ‘How’s your Sunday been?’ ‘They should put on more buses! It’s taken me an hour to get here… Read more

  • A green heart

    Let me give you / this green heart / with seven main veins that fan out / from a starburst, supporting / an intricate web … Read more

  • view

    the great tree / beheaded / to construct / a view … Read more

  • unfaithful

    A short comic poem. ‘Starbucks is my American boyfriend / He squires me everywhere’ Read more

  • This skin

    … My mother’s remembered voice / says Well, you will / go around looking / like that— // But it’s this skin I feel happy in. … Read more