As someone completely obsessed with puns, I write my poems using a unique method of homophonic translation which re-sounds existing texts based on each individual letter’s potential to make sound (or to be silent) within different contexts in the English language.
Poetry
thoughts between the UCAS convention and sleep
A poem organising thoughts from the time I got way too stressed about choosing universities at the Choose-Your-University-Convention, and thus resorted to absurd and slightly self-deprecating humour to cope
little fish
18 feels more like 4 to me.
Jabberwock
A poem exploring the undertones of horror that exist if you really consider what the famous poem “The Jabberwocky,” is about.
Rain
A poem about the rain storm I witnessed in April: and how it made me remember the autumn rain in despair.
Pair of Lungs, The Policeman, Revise
Three poems, three characters, and the impact of their decisions.
Wave Good-bye to the Firemen
Trains, Buses, Trucks, all very exciting
when you’re a toddler
Wakix®
And haven’t we all suffered
from Excessive Daytime Sleepiness?
what waits in the basement
But who’s to keep a child from shutting the door…
Vaxed Out
I saw the best vaccines of my generation destroyed by madness.
In Spring
“In Spring” is a shahai. Shahai is a less familiar term than haiga – the traditional pairing of a haiku or senryu with a picture, which dates back to the times of early Japanese prints. Shahai is a haiga where the picture is a photographic image.
Star Juice
I like my writing to feel simultaneously cryptic and clear. You may not know exactly what I’m talking about but you know the emotions. You know how it feels.
a collection
I’ve been compiling many of my poems from old notebooks to create a book of life. Like a memoir but in poems. These are a few of the recent ones.
Twenty Questions
Do you care? And not just about italics.
Back Home
Care work can build things up inside of you that need to be released or they’ll destroy you..
Death Grip
I used to be ashamed for being extremely emotional. I used to wish I was thick-skinned and careless. Now I’m proud to wear my heart on my sleeve.
in the hours of the early morning, london december 2021
A call and response poem about the romancing of the precious everyday and its pastimes.
My Human Hands
Taking large pieces of my art off of their walls their homes
Nap Time
I.D. presents us with a vivid exploration of longing, memory, imagination, and living in the present.
The Time I Lost Myself
During a time when she couldn’t tell anybody how she felt, poetry was the friend she needed.
Who’s There
A poem about the void and absence created by the 2020 pandemic for people in all walks and facets of life.
Spring Cleaning
Emma writes about how 2020 has led her to dream about domesticity with her partner, and to have someone to clean with.
Haha, Sorry I Forgot
The writer says it’s a “lil poem about feeling lonely while having sex.” However, hidden within the work is incredible meaning and complexity
The Season Of Angels
A collection of poems by an anonymous writer about romantic nostalgia, self reflection, and other treasured memories.