Bye Bye Birdie
The magpie feels the chalk morning’s sun, and knows another day begun. Missing the refuge of the downy birch she…
Death of the Disposable
Over Christmas, in an attempt make the most of the short period of time between lectures and exams, I decided…
Death of a Ladies’ Man
We went to Leonard Cohen’s grave on Thursday. It wasn’t yet a year since he had passed, but I don’t…
Conceptual Art in St Paul’s Cathedral
Every time I’ve walked past St Paul’s Cathedral, I’ve wanted to go in, but it was too late, or I…
December
Stimulants, gone From cigarette butts and drained coffee cups. Summer sun turns to winter shit I tell the year: get…
Balancing Act
My tongue dances in front of the mirror. A waltz, tip-toe on an English ballroom floor, the French décor is…
In the time it took me
In the time it took to see your bikini snap in a canoe I could have read both Descartes and…
metoo
All the same So when he shamelessly stroked the thigh of an unwilling woman, It was not my thigh but…
11 Little Turnstile
I am waiting For what I am not sure The restlessness of an eve of new beginnings As much as…
The Tip of the Iceberg: Beyond Harvey Weinstein
The story of Harvey Weinstein is by now familiar to everyone. Since first being reported in the New York Times…
