Category: Poetry

  • Notes from Babylondon

    Everyone was so pleased when I announced completion of my first draft that their responses have totally crashed Twitter, apparently. Ahem. I’m no expert, but that’s looking like pretty bad news. It didn’t take long for spectacular un-graceful failure states like this to disappear behind web2.0’s equivalent of the hold music, our old friend Fail-whale.…

  • Petrichor

    At thunder’s sullen grumble to the east the clouds roll in, their dirty woollen grey a blanket for a tramp. And you will say “That’s it, that smell! It has a name. At least I know I saw it on the internet a while ago, so it’s A Thing for sure, no Wikipedimeme!” There’ll be…