I have a new poem up at Wild Court today. It might first seem about how rubbish I am at football. And it is! And I am! But it also implicitly reflects on elements of masculinity and nationhood. I hope you enjoy it...
On the cliff path a man with a green head walks past. He’s carrying a
Grandfather Clock under one arm. I follow him down to the bay.He joins
dozens of othe...
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