This is a reading of my long poem, Crash.

The piece was performed as a dramatic monologue on the 10th June at the Ripon Theatre Festival in North Yorkshire.

The performance opens with a man rousing himself from sleep. He stretches, puts on his dressing gown and glasses. Then he notices various items on a table near his bed - a mug, a knitted poppy, a restaurant menu, a clock - before looking up to realise he has an audience before him.

He scans the audience, then begins speaking…