Such Sweet Sorrow

Her: I still love you. That makes everything harder. I love you but don’t want to be with you. How can such a thing be? We’ve always been complicated. I love you, not with the passion of a wife/lover, but like someone loves an old friend / beloved pet. I don’t mean to be cruel….

My Little Eye

One look is all it can take to tear your world apart, shred all you know to pieces and make the ground beneath you shake. I saw you with him. You had no idea I was even there, too wrapped up in his fudge eyes, lost in that too-sexy smile. From a distance, you looked…

The Naughty Drawer

When did I stop being enough for you in bed? I thought we had a healthy sex life, not every day, but a few times a week, nothing to fancy but satisfying enough. How do you think I felt when I opened the bottom drawer and found all that stuff – handcuffs, flavoured condoms, fishnet…

A Slip Of The Tongue

You can’t talk your way out of this one. I know I haven’t been the best husband. I’ve not always told you how I feel, spend more time with my mates than you, forget stupid anniversaries like our first date or the first time we had a meal together. None of that makes me a…

What’s Left Of Me

You fell out of love long before our bed turned cold. For years I pretended not to notice; all the late nights, whispered phone calls, love bites, late night text messages, credit card bills for cheap hotels, gifts that never found their way to me, phone numbers hidden in your pockets, lipstick smears on your…

The Return Of The Dirty Diva

Liz Lochhead was my first love. I fell in love with Dreaming Frankenstein before I even knew what a poem was or that I could write them myself. Liz’s words thrilled me, caused a deep low-down tickle that unnerved me. Years passed and there were many other poetic loves; Plath, Pollard, Kay, Duffy, Auden To…