Swathed in black, a man puffs on a joint, And grins at his speakerphone. The fit lads cycling past Don’t partake, but they applaud the
Tag: poetry
Caging the Minutes
Summer In those first days Hunched and limbsore on the rooftop of the city, Drinking the morning sun- I wondered If lights and sounds could
Fever Dreams of the First Six Months
So, inevitably I caught some kind of bug as my autumn term is wrapping up. I’ve been mulling over my penultimate offering before I fly
The Worlds Outside 