Poetry

Black Sails

Black Sails Remember me, peglegged or patched falling with style into your arms- not like this. Remember me, ginlipped dripping smiles in a brick courtyard. Within easy reach- not like this. Remember me, love tricorned and corny, in a circle edemiming my way through your life. Feeling for your hand, handily- not like this. Remember… Continue reading Black Sails

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part V

Origin Story In which reality is blurred, we go back to the beginning to discover how it all began, sleep the sleep of the dead and get awkwardly personal. There is a momenta singular occasionone infinitesimal point in timejust before my eyelids closejust before sleep takes mebetween my conscious thoughtsand nightly dreamsof youwhen you become… Continue reading Unmasked- Part V

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part III

After The Golden Age In which we skip straight to the comics anyway, discover a new level of disdain for the tabloids, encounter a threat, and realise that it's not every dream in which we can fly. On Monday, all hell breaks loose. The Morning Herald runs with 'Dream Girl Sleeps With the Enemy' The… Continue reading Unmasked- Part III

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part II

Eternal Dream In which the obituaries page loses a member, we learn some comic comic book life lessons, can't help but stare at her legs, and realise there's a fundamental flaw in our hero's superpowers. Mild-mannered Matthewrough round the edgessits atop a skyscraperlegs over ledges.Sitting there staringdown on the heads andthe matchbox sized taxis andthe… Continue reading Unmasked- Part II

Poetry, Unmasked

Unmasked- Part I

The Dark Night Falls In which we are introduced to our hero, take a left to the chin, rethink the floor plan of our evil lair and plan a lunar picnic. She can fly, you know, if she wants to,she could zock you on the chin,she could punch right through three feet of steel if it should come to it. She could… Continue reading Unmasked- Part I

Poetry

Sides

Sides I try to hide a side of me beneath false walls of charm I bury it at low tide and leave it there to drown then panicky, hysterical spinning on a dime I rant and rave that in my haste I've killed the wrong side. I'll stare into a mirror watch my breath inflate… Continue reading Sides

Poetry

What I Would Have Written

What I Would Have Written ‘Morning little one,’ I would have started, (because that’s how I start) ‘I hope you slept well dreamt deep’ (I would pause, to breathe, to replay your pupils dilating) before listing your achievements ‘the way you break ground light you throw on the world hearts you keep beating’ (mine is… Continue reading What I Would Have Written