a grand piano reign don parody — 22 October 2018

time indifferent, time inadequate and unabated, time to jump in – 11 October 2018

I still haven’t felt foolish / because I don’t know to whom I address myself – 25 September 2018

a dozen or so – 20 September 2018

rum finds a hidden violence, opens a strange menagerie – 18 September 2018

the new era will not start with M, T, S, or H (sentimental letters withdrawn) – 3 September 2018

in modesty I composed a couplet, in shame I hid my ambition – 28 August 2018

because, because, because: a manifesto – 20 August 2018

Morandi was an electrician and an amateur football player; he lived in the first person – 15 August 2018

she covers me like Pompeii – 25 July 2018

a weary composure skirt his indifference – 16 July 2018

cats’ eyes, corn dogs and desert rats [1] [2] [3] – 27 June to 2 July 2018

no amount of reading and research prepared me for the marks incidental to the headline – 21 June 2018

Donna was playing bingo at the time – 15 June 2018

history moves between me and the mirror – 25 May 2018

your star, sitting solo in the sky, eclipsed by a football – 22 May 2018

a phoney Picasso – 9 May 2018

Speakman spoke of a man who said he’d never say anything – 8 May 2018

one one two three eight nine 14 15 19 20 25 36 43 45 48 59 73 80 111 125 130 132 – 4 May 2018

we didn’t know her well, but she sniffled a goodbye as she ran out – 19 Apr 2018

late yesterday more, than two decades ago, this möbius history returned in verse – 17 Apr 2018

he resented the party’s choleric tide, rising with his desertion – 12 Apr 2018

he found himself extraneous and so made an alibi of the dark – 11 Apr 2018 

misinformation quickly retweeted and verified – 4 Apr 2018

he loved in absentia, as though not yet abandoned – 2 Apr 2018

the morning swells to encroach on the night; a long season ends – 17 Mar 2018

hardline harpsichordists, operating with complete impunity – 15 Mar 2018

he banked his treasure in the hearts of his friends — 4 Mar 2018

he sat, his hands dedicated to his pockets, thinking it was all a bit of a fuss — 16 Feb 2018

it sounded like a cannon, a bid for the other side — 16 Sep 2017

a crystal palace wrapped in plastic — 11 Sep 2017

the big cheese eats shoots and leaves — 30 Aug 2017 

he sheds his porous skin and leaves home — 26 Aug 2017

the easel and the painting; four adults, two six-year-old twins, and Donald Trump — 22 Aug 2017 

Mr Laa Laa’s sandwiches were not up to scratch — 15 Aug 2017

go gentle on my mind, Uncle Boo, I’m clapped out — 9 Aug 2017

acetic us, slow out of the blocks and struggling in the middle — 5 Aug 2017

we knew them to say hello and they seemed nice, they ate crumpets for breakfast — 30 Jul 2017

confidential crook croak and prototype of peri beri — 26 July 2017

mon amie, the man who may have used the name ‘Alex’ — 17 Jul 2017

as I viewed the Pyrenees, he drove towards Penrith — 13 Jul 2017

to break one’s duck with a strongly worded statement — 8 July 2017