Here is a link to my poem Bleak House, published in a magazine called From Dusk 2 Dawn. Scroll towards the back and you'll find it
http://issuu.com/fromdusk2dawn/docs/..._11_structure2
Also, here is the poem that won me a merit prize for the Nottingham Open Poetry competition last year, and was published in the literary journal ASSENT, a magazine which I now have an internship with. They don't have an online presence as yet, so here is the poem as it was published, and underneath is another version of it, because I've made a few edits over the past year:
The Breathing Night
Below the white gaze lie fields of corn
infinite carpets spread
beneath naked soles.
Here I could surely step
over each foot-provoking stone
arriving at some thought-trodden place -
at the sadness of a beautiful thing unrealised
and the voicelessness of something dark
yet never quite black.
And here it is in it's most recent form.
The Breathing Night
Below the white gaze lie cornfields
Like carpets that stretch to the skyline.
Infinite before these naked soles
The rubble of new collapses.
Here I could surely step
Over each foot-provoking stone
Only to reach the absence
Of everything missed
The silence of darkness,
Empty, and endless
Hope you enjoy!
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