Poetry

NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE they spy the hole in the cloud & dream He lies for the sun smiles &...

NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE I want my poems to hurt you  cut your cheeks like a Sheffield razor  make you...

There were two ways I could get to school: 1. Walk past about 10 houses to Harding Street corner,...

NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE Sprat  fizz under the current like  a school of ghost thumbs. I tie my hook to...

NEXUS CREATIVE SPACE the head is the stain of blood run from my nose to the sheet beneath the...

NEXUS CREATIVE Send the young ones first The prospects The fodder Feed them stories Of heroic conquest Utu and...