my grandad's trombone

the shoes i wore through on oxfordshire roadsides

the consumptive fight against my body's

assumptions of who i should be

the scarf she gave me which i've

come to peace with and disregarded

the songs i never quite finished and the aching feeling

things are better than my brain makes out

the cane-handled umbrella

a notebook dripping pink hair-dye precipitously

old friends who bonded unnaturally

getting married

the way brian sella says

"UNKUMFTERBL"

the way everyone leaves eventually, a lack of easy answers

and the violin i never learned

fuck it tonight all we want is a maximum mitigation of damage for a president

fuck it tonight all we want is a drink and a smoke

i'll tear down the town hall and break my nice glasses

take tiles from the roof and we'll play noughts and crosses

i'll make blanket forts diligently outside in the snow

the EP i actually finished

the fact it's not very good

and a terabyte harddrive

the most valuable thing i own

YA fiction

italian lessons

my dodgy right knee

that's me

YA fiction

italian lessons

my dodgy right knee

that's me