I’m a 27 year old London based student and 2007 Pushcart Prize nominated writer. I’ve been writing professionally since I was 25 and have had some successes getting published in journals.
I have a fondness for the surreal, the vivid and like to tinge the visual elements in my work with honest feeling. I like to experiment with figurative language and delve deep under the surface of what is accepted and what is deemed the ‘norm’
I maintain a myspace page at myspace.com/wordfuck
Christian Ward is a member of WMG.
Crows did their dervish / whilst we lay in the gutter / watching the hangover / of our broken dreams / perform one last waltz.
You can see the tip of each / one pressing against the old / ribcages, a centurion’s plume / making one last stand.
Gales batter the city / like a child trying / to remove the squeak from its favourite toy. / Skyscrapers, patients / on a surgeon’s table, wait for the numbing / before blacking out. / …
Rain deconstructs itself, / exposing a stash of memory around / its core.
A partially opened / window in the guesthouse / gave me a glimpse / of a hidden terrace with its orange tree / in one corner producing / fruit to the music / of a Chinese water clock. Three…
We used to slip on fox and hare / masks, dancing by the railway / tracks to a man playing the fiddle