Flag

‘I wore a flag right down to its first and last threads.’

Poem: No, oxi, nein

When you held the knife at my throat and told me not to cry, while pressing it harder and drawing … More

When they came for you was I with you there or did I find an last-minute excuse to be … More

Deus ex machina is a collection of political poetry exploring the very broad canvas of ‘today’ in the UK: … More

Line us up. Line us up and check us in. Check us out and hand us our cheques. “You. Not … More