An experimental poem/song about fruit, romance, and obsession. Also, nice to listen to on a rainy day at the seaside.

Plucked

This is a poem I wrote when I was thinking about how Winston must have felt after he saw Julia in the park and they both had transformed beyond recognition from their days as  careless lovers.

ThoughtCrime

A little ditty about the balancing act of social performance.

Bones

Time is money, but where does your time go?

Mr Millionaire

My guitar is broken, so I had to manage... a poem about when you're not exactly who you think you may be.

Hev Appala