APPLES DON’T GROW ON TREES, YOU KNOW.
Writing: Polly Burnay I once shrieked this in a moment of pure fury at my sister. She had thrown away an apple core, which – yellow,...
APPLES DON’T GROW ON TREES, YOU KNOW.
‘Killing and Dying’
'Adam'
Fear
The Desert
‘It Should Be Announced that Metal Can Burn’
'Juxtapositions'
'Blue-Tack Stains'
'Goldfish'
A poem for myself, age 12, sat by herself in the toilet after her period bled through her white tutu
daytime sleeper / ruminations 2 / ruminations 4
'From an Unsent Letter'
The Orchardist
On New Year's Resolutions, and dread.
'Near- Perfect'
'Leaving a Place'
A Poem in Response to 'Regeneration' by Henry Vaughan
'The Road to Beach'
'Messages from my Mother'
'The Linguistic Privilege Gameshow'