My birthday poem 'Guinness at The Priory' was published in the first issue of The Open Zine.
More information on The Open Zine can be seen here
Guinness at The Priory.
beside the old riverbed, long gone,
rows of steel, cold; a galloping in passing,
thoughts of past lives, done, anon
and mine merge,
hours into thirty, fresh as a newborn,
wondering how, and why, a smile—
(the priory likely sat just by the road bend);
I’m fine, I feign—
dates had here, late, cute, thinly veiled,
takis on my mind, by selfish rain—
strange futures, strange tears in a stupor, as
a half-pint reclines.
