Exchange is a collaborative project between me and designer Louise Evans; a book of ten illustrated poems, written, illustrated, printed and hand-bound in London by ourselves. It was included in It’s Nice That’s Things in November 2014.
Some poems from Exchange:
Fantasy Here he is alive and pleased with me, with this my room. He likes the books, my way the light is calm, milky, “So”, He says, looking licking his lips, smirking, hands on hips “Is this how you live now” “Yes” and I don’t smile, “This is the future.” These Mountains There is something not calm about me which panics every sunny day and bullies every bird song into a shrill shout for more excitement, more satisfaction, now! I can’t write about these mountains, they make me scared, like a short walk, through the countryside is tipped with the menace of it not being a different time with other people. I feel sick when I see these mountains, their image printed on a postcard stuck on the wall of my Mother’s House which isn’t my Dad’s. Sick, like it’s summer and I should be outside, sick like there’s someone I love here and we’re kissing so I should enjoy it. That happiness is not as raw tasting as want, or as sharp as regret is why I can’t write about these mountains and why I’d recommend trying drugs. I Don’t Usually Brush My Hair She’s like him to hold her just her; no clothes. She likes his hands his arms, his back. she’s seen his back it’s like a baby’s milk and smooth but with a man on top. She’d like to hold him back. “I’d like to stop this.” but what if he brushed her hair, like a woman might? what if her hands broke and in her room he helped her brush her hair, but “I don’t usually do this.” and her hands start to move? In this room she makes her boyfriend cry. In his room, he is crying.