POETRY

I had a wonderful time reading my poem A Man's Space, which was published in the Where We Find Ourselves anthology by Arachne Press...

I'm scared to say that I love grey days with you. The clouds throw themselves across the sky. A blanket that can’t keep you warm....

Lemon might be too much. It is lying in my fruit bowl for now. Slice it apart. Take what's inside only if you're trying to use it well....

pain and joy cannot be separated like tomorrow and today. so... i miss you. i would give you everything but the freedom to grow away from...

I do not know loss, but I have lost to God. Several times. Never by choice. Now, I hold my Queer under my palm. It squeezes itself...

I was yours in yellow. In twinkling light. Barely, but bright enough for me to know the rouge in your cheeks. Switched off in the night...

The back of the bus has ‘do not cross’ tape messily wrapped around the seats. The back of the bus houses boys with their cigs and girls...

The early sun’s rays on the bedroom window makes for the perfect light box to trace from. I can almost outline her. The arms wrapping...

The house is struck with terror! Or it could just be the weather. The downpour slowly seeping its way through the roof. You could leave,...

Lesbians are not real, Peeping Tom. The ones that you find anyways, after typing 3 kisses (and your preference) into the search bar. Girl...

Fine. Use a bright pen that is last to be picked in the packet. May you speak your true feelings on paper and pray. She can’t see where...

If I was her boyfriend I’d invite her to stay the night at my house if she likes. She would say, “Yes!” We’d grab snacks. I would...

The schoolgirls fan over my melanin like it’s designer. Why can’t I take the compliment, Ma? Is it admiration if they would claw the skin...

Silence; was someone I thought I didn’t mind He said he lived in the bath that perhaps if I held my head below water for long enough I...