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Category Archives: Poetry
Sea-Creatures We lie within the deep flow feeding constantly. We seep slowly beneath ice-packs green like peppermint tea. We feed and then when full, feed more until it’d ache to eat another mouthful. Float, totally replete. Sea-creatures stippling ocean twilights, flickering true blue fluorescence and glowing far down into the black. […]
On the occasion the release of his latest long-playing record, ‘Thanks for the Dance’, here’s a song of thanks for Leonard Cohen. A Singer Sang a Song To you, far off but sailing near, to you, so close you disappear, and you, whose distance is unclear – a singer did not get […]
Edinburgh A cough that is a sigh that is also a question. Gordon Yes spent all of his time and most of his energy being Scottish. In a deep tartan room soup is served plain There is a war between the firs and pines which the rhodedendrons are winning. […]
Description is a hut. Someone got the blizzard they were promised. Description is a castle described as a hut, halfway between hearth and her. In the whiteout, reached, its interior expands to become both lungs. Children imagine playing there, but are never permitted to approach it until it has been […]
Mortimer Even before he arrived, he’d become a thing – at the dinner table his chair was there, and was his chair, before we knew a thing about the kind of man he’d be. Which was an absent man, for his luggage arrived and spent a day in his room before the man […]
Valley (Sno-Po) The snow makes plain the plains leaves the slopes sketchy; it clarifies the trees, their branches and their branches’ inter-distances. To some bits adds more information, details only a transparent woman or man can see they can’t see – when their lungs are fretted by chill filigree, before […]
TWIL Wait until the sun has gone down and then turn out all the lights in the place where you live. Look, this is the place where you live. What the electricity brings is a showbiz version – an entertainment hub – somewhere edges are more distinct and so ambiguities are less succulent. […]
This evening (1st Feb 2019) I am reading a story on BBC Radio 3’s The Verb, hosted by Ian McMillan. The original commission was to write something using the subjunctive mood (roughly, a way of speaking about what didn’t or hasn’t happened). In recording the programme, with the poets Holly Pester and Mella Elfyn, and […]
EVAN PARKER e.g., Statements that aren’t statements (although statements is what they appear to be) but which function more as lyric questions because they are asserted so assertively that they cannot help but become questionable to any able reader who reads her own reading and responds to her own first responses with No with […]
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