NEXUS CREATIVE Send the young ones first The prospects The fodder Feed them stories Of heroic conquest Utu and uppers... Read More
NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE the head is the stain of blood run from my nose to the sheet beneath the neck... Read More
NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE Sprat fizz under the current like a school of ghost thumbs. I tie my hook to the... Read More
NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE I want my poems to hurt you cut your cheeks like a Sheffield razor make you cry... Read More
There were two ways I could get to school: 1. Walk past about 10 houses to Harding Street corner, turn... Read More