Chip away the rock on which you stand to offer clearer views and wait nervously for the collapse to bury you Be sure to check out my new book No Cure for Shell Shock.
Poetry
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Treading through technicolour with monochrome feet bringing dull grey-tone with each step as if all vivid shades were an infection killed by unintended antibodies purging the sickness of vision before the choice is made to live it or not Eventually birthing paralysis as the only kind reaction to this blinding […]
Well it’s taken a while but my new Prose/Poetry collection No Cure for Shell Shock is officially out! You can buy it online from Amazon in either digital or paperback formats, or if you’re a bit more old school you can order it through your local bookshop of choice. And given the […]
There is no goddamn darkness at the center of your soul no more than there’s an abyss in the fetid sewers below There is no tortured victim no brooding martyr’s death no struggling Prometheus or upgrade from all the rest Humans live in humans, nothing else is there but a […]
Distilled into each exhalation is you; heart, body and mind eager to feed effect and flavour my life our lives and everything inbetween But what’s recieved is nothing just cruel, muted waves soft on the ear but echoing with an emptiness where you’ve disappeared and cold creeping nothingness reverberates onwards
The creature we all feed on feeds on us in return turning poisoned teeth of humans into emotional concerns not always loving missives not always hate filled curse but a necessary living to complete the human verse But the feeding turns to cruelty when we clamp down to the bone […]
Bring a hundred thousand people bring a hundred thousand more bring the armies of the faithful bring the legions of the poor bring all of those belonging and the ones who are left out Bring the children of tomorrow and those aged with crushing doubt bring all of the resistance […]
It’s not the Devil you need to fear Not the shudder of feeling which drags you underground, into granite cells scored with solitude Not the sigh of loss which brushes raw memories or the clear space left to gulf what remains It’s the indifference of silence The echoing stillness of […]
When you find yourself buying the dreams you used to make with immature passion as an ignorant expansion of those feelings with no name When the naked truth has found an outfit selected from the screen where nothing is left laid bare but a desperate need to be seen When […]
A minor thing, but dedicated to Kathleen ‘Daish’ Winkley nonetheless. A life well lived is never ended From graves or ashes hands reach out fingers extend to brush against the living To wipe away tears stroke hope into the hopeless caress the unseen and hold the lost in a grip […]