Category: poetry

Our season

How you loved to tell that tale.
How I loved to hear it.

Freedom

It is the risk-taker in you
that I fell in love with

Scraps

I pause to think of all the things I could do to regulate my nervous system

Can’t wait to see you

Suddenly, unexpectedly, five months and one week in you decide you are ready. I can’t wait to see you. I have dreamed of this moment since I was exiled from your life fantasised our reunion kept my expectations in check I know this has to be slow, I know I know I know, you are …

For Molly

Some things are worth more
than a risky fuck

Dora

it is not a friendship,
not a business transaction,
not a love affair,
not a baby.

mugwort

do not underestimate
the space i will claim.

geese

once more with feeling:

[bellowing] you do not have to be good

At last

we are drunk for the first time
in the foothills
of cadair idris
fresh out of school where for five years they called us lemons
and dykes.

Untitled (Mother)

sea, ever changing, ever constant.
what do you know about mother?

you cannot know mother.