Cherishing some time on the beach with dear Rosie: Barking wavefronts I hear chords as we sit on beach stones and absorb wavefront barks...

The illusion works better than orange, sodium streetlights. All I could ever wish for. Heartfelt and hearty. Domestic bliss, a pedestal...

The hypostatic union shines brighter than Sirius Full God, full man, gripped on the cross waiting... the man’s body dies tearing a...

In man our keratin grows from our follicles. We host this sorcery, sightless. Silent. Our hair covers bodies. Barricading the sun,...

producing poison is to unsettle a soul and then demand it to find an apex in cornerless countries. to rip its outline with uncaring,...

So pleased to have one of poems (entitled (Backbone’) featured in the next issue of Marble (Broadsheet) - happy days! Please check out...

Holidays are the icing on the cake. The buttercream. Bad times in our lives swallow kindnesses. The hurting ice. Water droplets lose heat...

My bloodline forms road markings as I walk through the village. Rough senses of rawness and rage and a rare resilience creep across my...

I’m pro verb. I’m pro noun. I’m for all the intricate beauties of language. Chemical synthesis is the other pea in the proverbial pod.

This free event should be fun! See https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/poetry-chemistry-as-form-tickets-151937716801

Fun with anagrams (either side of the line): Overwater; this Cumbrian orb that stares avidly on fens — Broad, wet cherubs; my rather...

Please enjoy my poem ‘Fruit’ on the Spilling Cocoa over Martin Amis blog: https://www.spillingcocoa.com/fruit-by-stephen-wren/?fbclid=IwA...

Really pleased to be included here (my reading of my poem Magnificent): https://anchor.fm/tell-me-something/episodes/Tell-Me-Something---...

I thought all the town would see my chocolate bar wrappers stuck to my bedroom windows. Proud adverts of innocence in a suburban safe...

A switch of hydroxyl groups then loss of water. All because of acid. Double bonds move. Switch two involves a base. Loss of enol protons...

So happy to be taking part in the 2021 Bridges Poetry event. Here is the virtual event reading page: https://www2.math.uconn.edu/~glaz/Ma...

Mum took me to the dome on Baker Street. The sky was like charcoal above my seat. The starry dots were copies from my books and Mum set...

My short-lived joy ends, when the cinema closes and Superman wins. The Kiosk is shut. My hot dog is digesting. The cola is gone. A second...