Poetry reading at the Curious Fox bookshop, Berlin


I’ll be reading some of my poems at the Curious Fox bookshop on the evening of Tuesday July 1st at their ‘Isn’t Everything Poetry?’ event. It’s on Flughafenstraße 22, and the nearest U-Bahn stations are Rathaus Neukölln or Boddinstraße. 

Come along, cringe and look embarrassed for me.



Baking Song

 I am baking again,
 after scraping the pan clean
 black with oil from last night's
 disaster, chartering a boat across the grey
 gravelly sauce that might have been edible had I not been so full
 to forget it
 toasting on the hob.
 We tread carefully through the flour;
 our feet, meet;
 faces on the floor. 
 I am still singing as I throw in the rest,
 some eggs and some salt
 the radio on and the apron string chafing
 my skin, under the hairs, I whisper along
 the song
 a reminder.
 With tiny-mice-fingers I mix the butter in
 til it crumbles and rolls,
 becomes soft and crumbles again with the sugar,
 sweet white waves cascading, itching my palms.