The Booze

The Booze

THE BOOZE   by now, the booze is you, you are the booze, mid-rant you stand up too fast, keel over, turn your ankle and I’m supposed to help you up. Oh! the heat and stench of you cursing the world, cursing me, you burst into tears, blurt, ‘I’m...
What are they looking for?

What are they looking for?

Shall I let you into a secret? Despite writing poetry seriously since 2010, despite my MA in Creative Writing and despite running a poetry magazine since 2012, I often think I have no idea what I’m doing. Sometimes it’s true. The nagging suspicion that I’m winging it...