Puritanism. The haunting fear that someone somewhere may be happy.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But it's usually too...
If my poetry aims to achieve anything it's to deliver people from the...
Listen real poetry doesn't say anything it just ticks off the possibilities....
Gotta break your neck to see a star in this yard.
The dreadful truth is that when people come to see their MP they have run...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
