The other day I found a box of stuff, kept by my mum, from when I was young. In it were poems I wrote when I was in my late teens and early twenties and which I edited, and compiled, into a makeshift book in March, 1999. I was 20, about to turn 21.

They cover my first solo trip to the US, the birth of my niece (who has just turned 18) and the stories of people I loved who are now no longer with us.

I never did anything with them (it was long before blogging became popular) so I have decided to publish those same poems here in full, unedited (and trust me, they really need some editing). They make me slightly uncomfortable both due to their subject matter and also their earnestness. But we all come from somewhere….

I’ve split them into three series –

Series 1: AMERICA

  • Vegas after the Grand Canyon
  • LA. 1
  • The Bourgeois Pig
  • LA. 2
  • Approaching Albuquerque
  • Arizona

Series 2: BLOOD

  • Mother’s side
  • The problem with the sea
  • Baby
  • Matriarch
  • Elder

Series 3: YOUTH

  • Slumber party
  • Thinking love 
  • The garden by our flat