Category: Fiction & Verse

The Colour of Our Nation

'I'm the new curtain over the fourth estate.'

'We are BJ-Party, party born to rule, we just want your money, money from you fools.'

This poem talks about the fallen victims of depression, who are mourned briefly but nobody ever learns from their deaths.

Can a video really compare to the depth of the written word?

'No more over-sweetened tea with friends, or waiting to get a coffee and hoping the machine actually works this time.'

'Now that it is over, you say, we must know how good it was'

A set of poems for my friend Scrappy, as she prepares to leave for Italy.

A poem about the trauma and injustice of living as a woman in a patriarchal world

'You twist my tongue, so much so that I start speaking like you.'

"You are no more, but I bear your name, with glimpses of you in me, I am here all the same"