Sun rouses me, calls me to the windowwhere she stains low-hanging clouds like teasteeping in boiled water.I feel fat with love today after waking from a uncanny dreamwhere streets lined with radiator brush treesled me, Panglossian to have been seduced on a Friday,to you. While sun leaps softly out of the tree topsand plays an … Continue reading Cathexis
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After: As Hopper might paint now
This is the start of a new series of poems called After. These poems are inspired by, and go into conversation with, some of my favourite poems. I kept the poem titles of the originals (after checking copyright rules of course). I've already posted a couple of these on Instagram, and I'll post those here … Continue reading After: As Hopper might paint now
Please pay at the reception desk on your way out @ Kaleidoscope
The first time my poem "Please pay at the reception desk on your way out" was published was in the late autumn of 2020. It was accepted by Blanket Sea, a small indie publication dedicated to poetry about chronic illness. I received the honour of having my poem nominated for the Best of the Net … Continue reading Please pay at the reception desk on your way out @ Kaleidoscope
Immortals on Strong Beach
Photo by Tara Winstead on Pexels.com “If Nal had looked up, he would have seen a thunderhead of seagulls in the well of the sky, rolling seaward.” —Karen Russell All along the uncaring stripof sand, a bedlam of lambenttongues, silver and black, they needle the air. Twist to form a needleout of the glorious white … Continue reading Immortals on Strong Beach
Experimental poem: The seasons of us
This week I'd like to share an experimental poem with you. This poem is partially a found poem and takes its inspiration and form from a dictionary entry. Because of the form I'm forced to present this poem through the use of an image file. For those of you who use screen readers, I will … Continue reading Experimental poem: The seasons of us
Autumn poem: Soothing things with a hint of melancholy
She's got a friend. 1. Grass, not the freshly-cut kind, but the kind that has been drying in the late-afternoon sun’s warmth. 2. The oily, herbaceous sweetness of rosehips decaying on the bush in the late summer. 3. The simultaneous hiss of the espresso machine with the dispersing earthy citrus-and-almond aroma of freshly-brewed coffee. 4. … Continue reading Autumn poem: Soothing things with a hint of melancholy
Tender Rebellion 