2026
Waiting for the Tate Modern to open at 10 o’clock on my fifty second birthday June 1st 2026
A note written waiting for a train that by now will have already left
Inside a single skin (or another way of saying everything again)
2025
Blue plastic bag in a tree. Or life is unpredictable
Pickle’s paws and a lettuce that was not a squirrel
The south lift at the Woolwich foot tunnel is broken again
Cycling Up Shooters Hill To The Memorial Hospital
My Pigeon Heart
‘It Was Worth It, Was It?’
‘I’m Not Sure If It’s A Good Thing’
2024
Footprints In The Sand
Who built the rotting wooden posts?
They say ‘It’s about the journey not the destination’
Things and people we did and did not see waiting for a train at Woodgrange Station 10th August 2024 (Written while under the influence of Dante’s Divine Comedy and Anne Carson)
A poem written for a stranger in Costa Coffee, East Ham
Street Sweeper
2023
Swimming
