Ways to Eat Me

People swallow eight spiders a year but if you swallowed your sword we might get somewhere.   Too blunt?   Let me hack off my arm and feed it to you in a red wine jus, rub salt in the heart lines then season with black pepper medium rare. Soak up the sauce with a... Continue Reading →

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Writing into Williams

Based on William Carlos Williams' 'This is Just to Say', my poem focuses on the insecurities sometimes felt in relationships. However, it retains the simplicity of the original, allowing me to experiment with form, language, and imagery.

Pig heart

I was never a natural poet, so coming to uni where the poetry modules were compulsory was a huge challenge. This piece was born out of a day of frustration when trying to figure out why my writing wasn't improving, and became one of my best poems.

Aphorisms

As part of my final year poetry coursework, the group was challenged to create a poem comprised entirely of found text. 'Aphorisms' consists of a range of common sayings - usually favoured by elderly women - chopped up and rearranged to make something new.

Underdog (first scene)

INT. CUT ABOVE - DAY For half past nine the salon has a fair few clients waiting, though most are pensioners with nothing better to do. They have a drink - either tea or coffee - to accompany their Friday morning gossip. One young woman perches on the edge of the long sofa the clients... Continue Reading →

The Boat Trip (screenplay excerpt)

INT. BEDROOM CABIN - DAY There are two single beds in the cabin. One is empty and unmade, and in the other lies forty-nine year old Frank who is having a nap. He is a stocky man with short dark hair and stubble. He's lying on his back snoring so loudly that he could scare small children. The window is... Continue Reading →

Shopping

It was finally my turn at the till. ‘Would you like any help with your packing?’ the checkout girl asked, pulling the Co-co Pops across the scanner. ‘No, I’ll be fine thanks’. I grabbed the reusable bags from the trolley and opened one out. It was from Iceland. Shit. She caught sight of the rogue... Continue Reading →

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