Last night was at my mate's in Balby and he's agreed to take some photos for this blog and for my email submissions of poetry.
Being male, I'll no longer be able to masquerade as a radical lesbian poet any more!
Since I've been online I've I've only written one poem...here it is.
THE CANDIDATE
I disturb the table by sitting on it,
Cooler here, against my back
A rough blade sharpens
Towards morning windows.
My arm, raked back and forth
Pushing outwards into the pain;
In the rapier of light
Between slightly open curtains
I play furiously against my wrists
And listen to the well-rehearsed break
Of a blank page.
