A supermarket love story

poems in a supermarket


Should I teach you how to cook a proper spaghetti Bolognese? You’ve got to learn how to make things from scratch. I looked on your shelves and you...

Blackcurrant or orange squash

She takes a bottle of each. Robinson’s blackcurrant. Robinson’s orange squash. The only brand name in her trolley. No Pepsi, Persil or McCains it’s ‘...

A supermarket just before closing

A supermarket just before closing is like a seaside town in winter. An empty car park. Shelf stackers sit on kick stools stacking shelves. Evening...

The meat counter

The butcher and his vicar wife have stopped eating meat and these days they’re agnostic at best. Their lives revolve around Sundays, meat and God...