selected writing

This poem was published in the Dec/Jan 2024 edition of The London Magazine. The daffodils are trying hard To say fuck you to the Berlin...

We stood there on the old stone bridge As the whirls and ripples of the Danube flew like kite ribbons in the wind Beneath our feet and...

This text was first performed as part of a Slow Stage as part of The Palace Art Residency and is currently being used in Organized Chaos...

The trees cause a strobe effect through the bus window. It is, at once, nauseating and cinematic. A premature autumn has come, though the...

You described me as tender magic And I called you a list of the most beautiful things I could see in the room A half rolled cigarette...

One elephant A mountain view obscured By a mass of clouds At first, grey, but then white, and silver, a hint of blue. Sat at the end of...

I was at his house His boyfriend was too We sat on the sofa And tried to not let our Skin contact Which made it all the more enticing when…

The last swill of a length of whisky. The chime of the glass. The dull sullen thud when it meets the coaster again. That conversation...

A scrap of paper In the corner of a pocket On a much warn jacket The edges have become Felt. The letters, now indecipherable, In a script...

Submission for 28 Plays Later The challenge was to take a previous day's text and make it different. CW: Abortion. Lorna sits on the...

Submission 2 for 28 Plays Later. The theme was around groundhog day. Lorna sits on the toilet, she is holding her head with one hand, and...