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Sky Sunk
Dungeness
Nothing grows here but sea kale
and spite. We walk towards a horizon
that refuses to get any closer,
under the sun's pixelated glare.
Our Voices in the Chaos- now Free
In 2018 I was writing poems and putting erasure poems onto Instagram (much the same as today.) A small press called Selcouth Station approached me and asked if I wanted to make a pamphlet around those erasure poems. After a lot of work, the result was a hybrid pamphlet called Our Voices in the Chaos.
A Reminder to Myself
If you are reading this on a screen
your face glowing cold and blue
your hand reaching out across air,
put down your device. Look around.
Cloud Song
As Above So Below
0.2
Mud as a river. Mud as a theoretical concept, the transistory state of matter rarely glimpsed. Mud described in complex equations. Mud as the consequence of our actions we refuse to acknowledge or take responsibility for, despite it chewing at our shins. Mud in our boots. Mud in our hair. Mud clogging up our pores so we sweat mud. Mud turning our hills to waterslides. Mud washing away our temporary shelters. Mud as a non-Newtonian fluid we can bounce across if we hit it hard enough. Mud as the inevitable future. Mud as penance. Mud as the herald, the herald of the flood.
Ambient II
After Aphex Twin
Cacophony
Shhhh
Listen, in between these seconds
plummeting like raindrops -
May and June 2023 Input
This is slightly late as I've thrown myself back into the world after a halting start to the year. I joined a gym, started going to more things and exploring the new area we live in. I also went to Birmingham and other places around the country a bit more.