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Genes nearby

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

Alarms

Alarms sound. No harms found. Diatoms do their work. Switching gas. A flip flop. A process. New access. Alarms sound. No harms found. We...

Meshes

Thanks to Kathleen McPhilemy for featuring my new poem on Poetry Worth Hearing (episode 19). The podcast should be available from 9am...

Sentinels

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

Detached

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...

Faces

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...

Frangible

One of my new poems has kindly been featured in the new Poetry Worth Hearing podcast (episode 18): https://www.poetryworthhearing.biz/pos...

Podcast number 2

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,...

1st Molecules Unlimited poetry competition

See attached ad for entry guidelines etc. Thanks so much Daniel Sluman for being our judge. This competition is dedicated to my beautiful...

Heirlooms

Epsom High Street. Pink light bouncing off shop fronts. Feels like you are still here. Feels like we are speaking about dice. Working out...

Podcast number 1

Here is my first podcast (just a ~3 minute taster).. Thanks, Stephen https://www.podbean.com/ei/pb-uhanm-14c9275?wlapp=1

Shards

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...

Reflectors

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

A choice to make inside a plum

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

Allotted time

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...

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