Biography

Performace poet with definite emphasis on performance.
2009 highlights included sharing the bill with Michael Horowitz and Fran Landesman. Several featured sets at the excellent Express Excess as well as Bang said the gun, RAW and many of the Vintage Poison events. Featured also at the Words and Music Oxfam charity gig.
Published in RRRants, Poetry Rivals and the UK Poetry Podcast.

Samples

London Knives

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No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still, these still lives
Does all knowing mean all seeing all the grieving that survives
Is it a question of believin’ that believin’ answers lies
Are all answers found in faith and is all faith all knowing wise?

Does all knowing mean all seeing all the grieving that survives
Are we fit to see the reason that the reason does not sit?
Are all answers found in faith and is all faith all knowing wise?
How deep are shadows cast by truth burning lives bit by bit?

Are we fit to see the reason that the reason does not sit?
Nothing shines like sacrifice, a cutting edge will cuts inflict
How deep are shadows cast by truth burning lives bit by bit by bit by bit?
Fact is just a truthful fiction not an honest contradiction

Nothing shines like sacrifice, a cutting edge will cuts inflict
Is it a question of believin’ that believin’ answers lies
Fact is just a truthful fiction not an honest contradiction
No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still, these still lives

London Knives London Knives London Knives London Knives

No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still




Far Too Many

Far too many
cigarettes,
stubbed out
in my face.
Far too many
insects,
flying about this place.
Far to many
spiders,
spinning in my head.

Far too many
hours spent,
inside this baking room.
Far too many
brain cells dead,
I’m in that zombie mood.

I got to get out.

Far too many
locks and bolts,
securing my front door.
Lost my keys,
I lost my keys,
I can’t get out no more.
I get down on
my hand and knees,
scrabble under chairs,
beneath a pile of maggots I,
find my hammer there.
The one I use to
crack the backs
of roaches on the wall,
I use it now
on the window pain
to get me out of hell.

I’m standing in the garden when
It begins to bloody rain

Far too many
dustbin lids,
playing in the street.
Far too many
bloody kids,
suffering in the heat.

Far too many
vehicles,
driving far too fast.
Far too many
earfuls,
as I’m walking past.

Far too many
domestic scenes,
of easy married grief.
Far too many
people on,
Far too many
streets.

Far too many
on this world,
as it spins around.
A lonely, cold and helpless
rock,
sinking without sound.
The whole entire universe
locked up in a box -
No wonder it’s so hot.

Help me, I’m melting.

I will do things for, to, you
if you want me to, take you by the hand
I will, I will, I will, I will,
I will do things for, to, you
I will do the best I can, by you
if you want me to, visit virgin land
I will do things for, to, you
if you’d want me to
I do

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

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