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Our horseless stable hides clues in bloodstreams; locks of hair in velvet pouches; remembrances. -- This poem appeared on X on 05/12/23...
Our horseless stable hides clues in bloodstreams; locks of hair in velvet pouches; remembrances. -- This poem appeared on X on 05/12/23...
Alarms sound. No harms found. Diatoms do their work. Switching gas. A flip flop. A process. New access. Alarms sound. No harms found. We...
Thanks to Kathleen McPhilemy for featuring my new poem on Poetry Worth Hearing (episode 19). The podcast should be available from 9am...
Earth’s damselflies are milk. They are narrow custodians of Earth, long in the tooth with mandibles. Earth’s pond shores are rotting. The...
In a blink I’m with you on a waterside veranda. A sun warms our faces and we are sharing Rosé wine. Your derm is beautiful, (tanned), and...
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...
One of my new poems has kindly been featured in the new Poetry Worth Hearing podcast (episode 18): https://www.poetryworthhearing.biz/pos...
Hi there - Here is a recording of my poem 'a choice to make inside a plum': https://www.podbean.com/ei/pb-7f875-14d9735?wlapp=1 Thanks,...
See attached ad for entry guidelines etc. Thanks so much Daniel Sluman for being our judge. This competition is dedicated to my beautiful...
Epsom High Street. Pink light bouncing off shop fronts. Feels like you are still here. Feels like we are speaking about dice. Working out...
Here is my first podcast (just a ~3 minute taster).. Thanks, Stephen https://www.podbean.com/ei/pb-uhanm-14c9275?wlapp=1
I walk through a persistent biosis. There are leaves on all sides of me. There are worlds within worlds within our world. I notice things...
What if glass did not reflect? What if glass did not refract? No mirrors and no angles might make the ground palpitate.
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...