I’ve been ill-used, no other word will do;pristinely packaged, sanitised and newa month ago I stood upon displaytill […]
Let’s emulate Liberiawith measurements superior;once more we’ll weigh our cerealin ounce and pound imperial. And why not copy […]
I don’t want to stay here anymoreA groan of tedium, escapes my coreIn the distance, I see the […]
An Invitation after Elizabeth Bishop From half a world away, across an inky ocean, on this fine evening,please […]
I liked the way you’d pull my hand under your skirt under restaurant tables,
The way you smelled when you were turned on…
A world so grey
The word ‘enigmatic’
A powerful ray
A shade of amethyst
It hurts to look
and the hand quivers at the touch.
I heard the thunder,
I saw the lightning,
When my eyes locked with yours
I swear the universe exploded for a second.
Paul’s striking poem needs to be read twice, from top to bottom and then bottom to top.
It was wonderful; it broke me
It was excruciatingly joyful; it built me
Would you remember this when I go?
I huff puffed up the newly treeless hill
Unthinking of the change from verdant lush
To parched hardscrabble. Bailiff ants remove
Last remnants of the old guard’s ferny home.
A faulty pedal clanks at every turn
Reminding me of all that isn’t right.
It’s how I manage on this sort of trip.
By nature sedentary, I have to pound
Rory’s latest poem is based on a trip he took to Shanghai in 1986 in his best, crumpled, clothes…
Avalon was written based off personal experiences and is an attempt at using both lyrics and soundscapes to tell an intricate story of love, loss, identity…
I cursed my prudence, wished I’d blown A fortnight’s wages on a flight And not been sat in […]