This poem was published in the online magazine I am not a silent poet (edited by Reuben Woolley) in 2015.
The wind stands fair for France. Look,
here’s a troop ship, battle-grey.
We’ve filled it with cattle, young bulls
trained to charge. Here’s some barbed wire.
Here are the Boers in a concentration camp.
This poem was published in the magazine Under the Radar edited by Jane Commane (February 2016, Nine Arches Press).
I arrived at the station – train delayed an hour.
Stuff that. I bought my own, drove it myself,
got there early. A kerfuffle on arrival –
the Fat Controller spluttered about rights.
I bought the track.
This poem was published in Ink, Sweat & Tears (edited by Helen Ivory) in 2014.
The earth, the sea and the human spirit are getting tired of the city
The city writes a city in its margins
And writes another city at its core.
The city writes the lives of other people –
Erases some, engraves some in its stone.