Old awnings and their flaking
messages bewilder me; the sound of a siren
in front of Red Rooster, slow changing traffic lights
where I cupped your head
extract from Train to Quakers
Very happy to have my poem Train to Quakers in issue eleven of Tincture Journal, you can pick up a copy here.
Huge thanks to Daniel and Stuart. You can read Daniel’s editorial here.
And a friendly reminder, as of April 2017, my first collection – BONE INK – is available here.