Domestic Goddess

7 o'clock as promised, loosening tie Honey-I'm-home meets Clorox smile as you finally put down Maris Piper and peeler to hold my hand for a while. Spritzed your wrists with gravy, smell Sunday's roast in your hair whilst you sit on my knee and read the report with your eyes still on the kitchenware. I… Continue reading Domestic Goddess


No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet          From chain-swung censer teeming; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat          Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming - Keats, Ode to Psyche I press ten cold toes to your shins under the covers and bask in your shiver, bask in a lover's grace. Submerged in duvet to… Continue reading Amen


I've always enjoyed doing laundry, in a strange way. I've not had a passion for it, per se, but fabrics always tell a great story. Personally, I think that this is one of my poems that has managed to have a more developed story. At the very least, it outlives a moment.   I've been through it… Continue reading Tumble-dry

Extra Strong

I wanted to share the news that I've recently compiled a chapbook of my poems, and had them printed! It's not my first time having produced a book (without going via the publising route), as last year, I was Managing Director of a company called 'Firefly', and printed a glow-in-the-dark children's book tackling mental health… Continue reading Extra Strong

Where the Sea Swallows the Sun

Meet me where the sea swallows the sun, Run to where mountain palms flatten against blue. It's true that where salt licks sea glass At last you'll find me in the rockpools. You can have me, where water lunges for your toes When you row to the island of bottled letters, So when you've finally tired of… Continue reading Where the Sea Swallows the Sun