Who am I?

This is a piece of spoken word I wrote when I was 16 to vocalise my frustration and sadness concerning the first few years of boarding school.   Who am I? Am I what people think of me, or what I think of myself? Everything changes but nothing changes. I’m in these cages being battered…

Caesar

This is a re-imagining of Mark Antony’s speech after the death of Caesar Oh woe! The news that Caesar is deceased Has wrenched my poor heart out of line. I feel astounded and can’t think it true But there it is, the truth right in my face. Those conspirators who dealt with Caesar’s heart Have…

Icarus

A wax candle burns within me And out of a passion too strong for words A pair of wings are fashioned.   Taking my wings on my back He beckons me towards his light Yet Sirens plague my heart and I am blinded.   His heat is unbearable, but while it rejects me I am…