• At the endthe days are long and hotand the nights are long and cold.The only plants leftrepel tongues, survivefire. The only animals leftcan hide anywhere.The few remaining humans, knowingno more, suck faint amityfrom the bitter needles, greyishtrees, grey creatures and greyand ochre rock.Earthface thrusts out flare-flowers: one more vanity:howl-azure, shriek-cerise, desperation-gold. First published in Creatrix Read more

  • I want to give you everything I have while still keeping it all for myself And I want to take nothing, not your freedom, never that I don’t want to change you I love you just as you are shitload of pain and all for no reason at all: simply I can see your depths Read more

  • (Portrait of Rita) Commissioned 2009. This work may not be reproduced by any process, including printing, without permission. In all she did, she loved. The glow of her! Her Welsh voice, its gentle lilts and rolls a balmy pool with bubbles, waves and ripples. Her lipstick-pretty mouth. Her peach-bloom cheeks. Her neatly cultured brows and Read more

  • I don’t like being described as a “performance poet”: that’s only half the story. Since I published a collection, people have said to me that my poems contain patterns and forms that are not discernible from my performances. And I find the idea of someone sitting down with my book and … Read more

  • Here’s a video of me performing poetry at Cottonmouth on 16 April 2009. Read more

  • On a street of dead lawns, security grilles bricks through windows where St Vincent de Paul’s have moved out because of crime I’m thinking about soldiers and guards. Fire stakes, nine-tails, gas chambers, rape camps, waterboards. Detention centres. Deaths in custody. Cell suicide. Paddywagon murder. Along the footpath a young woman pushes a a stroller. Read more