Poem: On the birth of my daughter

On the birth of my daughter Asleep in a fishtank darkest hair dipped in gold. 3am. All is still. I watch you alien fish child. Somewhere an owl bags a mouse a man punches a wall a woman begs her lover to stay a boy cries himself to sleep a fox screeches. Here the clock … Continue reading Poem: On the birth of my daughter →

Poem: Did I write this?

Looking through my phone’s notes and found this poem. Did I write it? Why else would it be on my phone? It’s from February 2020. Usually I note the writer if I save something. This is a strange sensation. I quite like it. How odd. Maybe it isn’t mine. I’ve googled the first line and … Continue reading Poem: Did I write this? →