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Dada Face Song 16 Oct 2010 | 07:48 pm
Faces are hiding machines bright faced and green with youth of discovery and a hide of memory to rip off and tan - the face of MAN is a hiding-mechanism whose medium is not the words exactly but the ...
Nethan Valley Folk Song 16 Oct 2010 | 07:43 pm
Ol' Nic lived at the top of the valley and pissed in the water. A fire went through it and burnt all the ladies who out-screamed "I caught her!" Ol' Nicola Deil: her valley-top living, and her pisse...
Heron on a branch over the Avon 16 Oct 2010 | 07:38 pm
"Because I moat the land and bridge the river I sit and take the trees as horizons in a gorge. "Because geometry is made by axioms I can flatten the shape and see new axioms arise like rising herons ...
Thirty One in August 2 Aug 2010 | 09:42 am
Here I go again... posting a poem a day in August. Last September I did the same thing - one poem each day for 30 days. This year I need one extra - 31. 31 is a more interesting number than 30. Hopef...
30 in / 30 out 2 Sep 2009 | 06:03 am
TS Eliot was asked: “Do you really think it necessary … for a poet to write verse at least once a week?” He replied: “I had in mind Ezra Pound when I wrote that passage. Taking the question in genera...
Aki-Ra’s Crow Song 23 Aug 2009 | 10:45 pm
Yes we once had rooks and crows and ravens that role in nature was complete riverbank mud with four-stick feet the size of crows feet – during night the birds were silent until day. But BOOM! the land...
Four ways it could have ended 23 Aug 2009 | 10:41 pm
(one of which it did) one. The clock fell and the bell rang a handmade choir of angels hung their song upon the wreckage. two. It questioned the answer “but yes” the clouds took off to France, of co...
Her sigh 23 Aug 2009 | 10:37 pm
I am eyes-shut – her sigh a wind and look a darkness sent to find a home for wind. Where can it stay if it won’t in her mouth-shut? Her fingernails a cosmos stars-a-flutter, buttered toast of gleams...
The Rain tries on his Savile Row suit 23 Aug 2009 | 10:35 pm
Rain, Rain, go away anger armies, seek to pray a resolution to the ground. Take light take camera all the sound of death-to-all by rain and thunder- storm the fall of water vicious spew them under, ...
What my mother says 23 Aug 2009 | 10:21 pm
About the tourists – they are crazy. Why take their colours to the market? Why photograph the tree, that tree, those trees your father pisses on? They are lazy – their colours walk so slow, their eyes...
