My collection

My collection

Little bird

Poem written in my head on the walk to college.
Cherry

25 minutes of utter peace.

Late evening. And Irishman in Frankfurt.

Still in bed.

A very rough and very slapdash attempt at a first piece of writing.
Cherry

I don't think I was even a wallflower

I don’t think I was even a wallflower, I was more akin to the pebbledash behind. As a child I had always been very shy, and never really grew out of it.

Tap tap, black rat

At 4am, a good friend of mine told me to write something, and I did, and I liked it.

My local is full of children

A short and blunt thing about my local. I use the word "fucking" in it.