I will return to the Stockholm ship and do my bit to protect it (and I will recall that I emit 75 watts of body heat). I will keep in...

Chuckling at your double refraction of light, I admire your rhombohedral habit. Your clothes.   Your scarlet red spanks. Like the inner...

Pectin held my life together  Like in the gelled rims of apples. Polysaccharide sweet, my spur In bitter months, my fruit crumbles...

Thanks to Ice Floe Press for publishing this sequence: https://icefloepress.net/2025/03/03/a-runners-lament-a-poem-suite-stephen-paul-wre...

Trees with little branches. Black against early sky. Sun sharing yellow light. Fades to pale pink then blue.   The one who understands ...

I am a cantilever. Supported at one end by the grounded truth of the universe. I am a pawn on a cornice chessboard. There is another me,...

The feel of water on your skin is joy. The water’s ideal salt concentration cleanses, without being abrasive, so each pore thoroughly...

Excited to announce that Elementar is released today: https://paperviewbooks.pt/books/elementar/ Thanks, Stephen

I wait beneath a noise of pain, I tend my roots. Skyscraper lawn up there is turf, it skins alloys, napalm soft. Break in allies! The...

By a field, time plays tricks. Trees lose their white coats. Winter goes in seconds. Winter goes in decades. Stephen Paul Wren

Colour and Poetry: A Symposium VI Colour & Poetry: A Symposium VI, is a cross- and inter-disciplinary two-day virtual event held by the...

The china rose and its protector I am drawn to you. My tender tender. You care for me with a watering can. I am complex. You gaze at my...

Our horseless stable hides clues in bloodstreams; locks of hair in velvet pouches; remembrances. -- This poem appeared on X on 05/12/23...

Earth’s damselflies are milk. They are narrow custodians of Earth, long in the tooth with mandibles. Earth’s pond shores are rotting. The...

Help me to see your face and to hear not the scream inside me that hides there because your face is not The face of my King though offers...

What if glass did not reflect? What if glass did not refract? No mirrors and no angles might make the ground palpitate.

naphthylamine dye make the world blue please show me the eyes of my darling daughter

climb into red flesh - soak up all the sweetness - chisel the central stone - with teeth that feel phoney - your life is full of pep -...

I ride the tides I shift myself to beats humming inside the skin of a father - a soul’s hourglass I am visiting here buffeted, yes, but...

Be cautious, on beach sand, if you hurt. For waves speak and offer ancient help. Meditate on your own oblique sun. Add acid to some...