I have three poems in the new edition of Poetry Birmingham Review, including the sequence ‘Creek Diary’.
Excerpt from ‘Creek Diary’
The soft blur of codeine
leaks into morning light.
A cloud unpinned, a drifting barge.
A herring gull preening on a mast.
*
I took myself off
across marshland
and coast paths,
lost along the littoral
*
Slate grey and iron rust
seamed through black stone.
The fronds of rotten seaweed.
I would code the tone of this green.
*
Refuse in the undergrowth. A sleeping bag.
Skunk grass on the breeze,
a cache of stolen tools.
Grass fleas ticking like the frantic hours.
*
A slow worm fragmented
inside a plastic Wendy house.
How to reconcile the smiles
of the antique family?
Absence Club 