In My Influencer Era…

I have been unhappy with my Instagram for a while now, and I follow quite a few book bloggers on…

The Scribe and Slate

After ‘The Moon Under Water’ by George Orwell My favourite bookshop, The Scribe and Slate, floats on a large river.…

In another life… nature hasn’t turned in on itself. In another life… our blood has conjoined beyond the froth of…

Author’s Note: I’m a Northern Girl (U.K.), and I come across this way of speaking very often. She were left…

For Syd Barrett He sits cross-legged on the stage of Glastonbury. Up high in a tree, lost in a field…

A cento using lines from Diane Seuss’ Frank: Sonnets’ I am a little Frank O’ Hara. Drowned in shallow water.…

This poem is a reject from a recent competition. Time is the longest distance between two places. —Tennessee Williams Like…

The shadows move in their pre-dawn mirage. Birdsong haunts the lukewarm streetlight like a black comedy. This hoop is a…

TW: Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Depression, Anxiety, Complaints, Mental Illness. Do you know what it feels like to drown surrounded by…

This cento poem celebrates the work featured in the Spring edition of The Poetry Review. To lose her in every…