COMMENTARY

The first year I started to show any technical ability, even if my ability to gain anything of insight or originality was meagre. This year I had my first relationship - ruined by my brothers teenage libido and infidelity - and moved to Leicester to begin work on my degree. A year better left behind. And a year where I was still trying to find my voice.

NOTE
These poems use the old layout of the site, some quite dated white upon black design.
I don't like it, but let's just say it's a 'retro' design. Might be worth a bit in a few years.

The Bride Ship
Don't Leave
Fades
Little Dead
Moonlight
A New Way
One More
Slowly Dies
Songs From A Drowning Man
Sweet
Victims
Watch
When A Man Loves...
When I Fall

"some people mistake saying something with having something to say"

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