Recently I entered Hobbs House Bakery’s poetry competition – the top prize involved getting your poem printed on 200 loaves of bread…
Poem
I will become a crowd again:
untalented, unfunny, understood
incorrectly. how will I explain…
The ice looks like carved bone
And the sleds, school dinner trays
And the bodies, fragile […]
In my first year poetry module, we spent a week studying ekphrasis: writing inspired by art. One of […]
The Commission Drafts The Exhibit Untitled If I were commissioned to fill the Turbine Hall I’d install […]
When I was small I made a galaxy On my bedroom wall. At night I stood swaying in […]
we paraded outside to the playground waving plastic bags and cardboard scraps and the teacher split us into families mine […]
The Chef put up with the rudest customer in the restaurant day after day and didn’t even spit […]
I often have trouble sleeping. Although lying wide awake for hours with nothing but your thoughts is faintly […]
I’m in the park by a pond thinking on the concept that the world’s pain is finite sitting […]
