Poetries

When I see him My heart leaps Straight into my throat Like a salmon swimming upstream Rushing towards destiny Only to be torn out of the water By the bear in the woods I squinted till the bear looked like a salmon And let him feast on me

If you piss me off or make me love you I’m writing a poem about it so be nice but not too nice.

I found a post from two years ago (thanks Facebook memories) about a documentary I watched where the doctor said “fight this like it’s someone else’s problem. I realised this had been the catalyst for one of the bravest things I ever did and so I had to write about it.

If you write poems at 3 o’clock in the morning they’re going to be cheesy…

I overheard two teachers calling me a precocious little shit when I was 11 and I know how to hold grudges .

Consent is key folks