I’ve had enough! screams the mother, shaking her fist, bags drooping to the floor. The little girl matches; bright, defiant eyes, a scowl...

where you haul me into a house full of bits i can’t remember except for plumbing, and you say wouldn’t it be funny to spiral every faucet...

(published on Concrete Online 12/07/2022) Seductive night of promise and disco beats, she retreats, shrouding her body, masking her face,...

(printed in Concrete's Venue 398) I knew I was her when I was taller felt a blood heat to see his falseness, inhaled the palace and...

Fingernails tap, thumbing a silent attack. The city sits, oblivious. I force my eye against the wall, searching for a blink behind a...

If you are going to abduct my sun, at least leave me the rain. Gift me the the privilege of damp discomfort, thunderous grey, and bitter,...

You make me feel unclean, with your sparkling rub, acidic sheen. You say: bathe in me, in my immaculate sea … Stop taunting. Spotlighting...

I i drafted out the text i was going to send to you in my notes app and kept it there then decided to play the sims instead. i built a...

I spy a pair of lifeless eyes, a fog upon the windowpane, a bluster to my sun-disguise, I spy a pair of lifeless eyes. Here comes his...

wholemeal hands fumbling my body, greedy hands tapping like autumn at a vein, chilling my skin, pushing out my hearty filling and I, a...

Look closer, it sounds like a tremendous ocean painted in shimmering ultramarine something surging and continuing to stretch in an uproar...

A room filled with empty tables, stiff stools that churn along the linoleum like motors chugging back and forth, the echoes of a...

Shuttling along with blinking lights and commotion, my sight shifts from the metallic rectangles that rumble anonymously in-front and...

Hours spent gathered, kitchen counters grazed with laughter. Dogs hounding the pizza man, cold onion rings. Tom Hanks on a beach,...

A thousand weeks of sleepless dreams, Awake to hear my eyelids scream, A tossing body miles too hot, and sweat to make your nostrils rot,...

The stench of armbands is a part of my skin now that I’ve been sporting them for so long Like stabilisers on a...

My world is made from cotton clouds and cardboard stars, costumes are clothes and make-believe is real. The sights transform in...

Blackberry juice stains his mighty skin - a summer shadow beneath the eye. A dripping pulp, leftovers in her palm, a smudge across her...