a poem — When I walk down the road my mind swells with you, I fade from my surroundings, the street sounds on mute as memories embrace, I am wrapped in their noose, my eyes bulge and leak from the words I once used. Loose lips sink ships and immolate my sense of empathy and…

a poem — It’s easy to lose oneself, the challenge is to find him, when all about him trembles it is easy to lose your way. The world is loud, obnoxious, distracts at every turn, despite the fate you yearn the way is blocked with brambles. Entangled in your status, you sprint and spit…

A short story — My mind is a fragile thing. No, the world around me is fragile, brittle, crumbling at the faintest touch. I am strong; a stoic among weaklings, a hero among monsters, a shining light that eliminates darkness and leads the way. If I keep telling myself that, I will live to…

A poem — The putrid claws of mundanity pull me to the escalator, there I stand for twenty seconds terrified of the bottom. The train rolls and screeches, a hundred frowns appear to duel for a blue throne and pretend they don’t exist in the same space as their peers. The metal tomb…

A poem — Living off the land built by another’s hand still we take no stand for why should we? Taking what we need for one day we’ll leave no one lives forever so why should we bother? When we die do we walk on or do we sink forever and leave the world behind…

A poem — Smuggle me up north, I promise to behave, I’m tired of jumping east to west, skipping over my grave. This land of sneers and smirks looks a lot like mine but where there should be mirth sealed lips are all I find. Send me on my way and I’ll return up…

It does go away, right? — I used to deny the existence of writer’s block, and now I’ve had to discover it the hard way… The past few weeks swept by me like a blurry race car. …

A poem — Walk along the castle wall fall in close behind me hear the birds, the swaying trees lose yourself to nature. I was once a child too stood here with my father pointing at the parapets in the old rose garden. As I grew, the castle walls aged not a single year but…

A poem — Walk with me through the wild wind down the path, overgrown to the secret garden with my heartbeat to smell the roses of home. Sing with me of Old England in the shadow of our home of green vales of pale wedding veils as we smell the roses of home. …