COMMENTARY
Again a year of change. I started it in Haywards Heath, I ended it with a new job, back in Birmingham. I spent most of the year working at a speed known only as balls-out for a cheap, tacky Advertorial Paper in Birmingham, churning 3,000 words of pap out per day. In the evening I sat down, and managed to produce approx 1,000 words a night for my second, unpublished / unpublishable novel, the title of which escapes me. It was better than the first though, thank God. I abandoned work on it in October 1995, when events managed to follow a turn close to mine. In the novel, the mother of the central character dies after a long and ugly illness. And so did my own mother.
So I shelved it. Instead, I produced reams of poetry, many on numerous train journeys between Birmingham and Cardiff, where my partner lived. Some of it was almost good. I was learning my craft and fast approaching competency.
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.
Broken Home Heroes
Cloudburst
Coldbath Alley
Dead Woman's Lover
Escape
Kisses In The Shelter
Morrissey And Leonard Cohen
Pretty Ugly
Prozac Girl
Purity
Spot
Streetlights
Superskinny
The Man Who
The Onanist
Underwear
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