These words were forgotten and found and cut up
On strips and sheets and folds
Of paper lining
Lanes and avenues and streets.
When I had finished stitching, I read: Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ category
Fragments
In Poetry on 9 February, 2010Three poems
In Poetry on 18 January, 2010iLove Letters
when you
play with the pearl
of my earlobe
on the tip
of your tongue
it’s like a ninja move
you render me helpless
as if i’ve forgotten
how to breathe Read the rest of this entry »
Submission
In Poetry on 5 November, 2009Thank you for submitting
and I have read with care
but it’s not what I am after
I wish you luck elsewhere
Four Stories I Cannot Write
In Poetry on 14 September, 2009“Perhaps instead of a book I could write lists of words, in alphabetical order, an avalanche of isolated words which expresses the truth I still do not know” – Italo Calvino
albumen
before
child
grit
secretly
shame
Two poems
In Poetry on 1 September, 2009Mice in a Fish Tank
Old students remember me saying things
I don’t remember saying. They say I said,
“Never write a boring sentence – never.”
They say I said, “Work your life around your art,
The Scathing Critic
In Poetry on 19 August, 2009He opened a new ezine
specifically dedicated to
the writing of extremely
bad poetry to encourage
the vitriol of its readers.
Three poems
In Poetry on 3 August, 2009A Lump In Her Throat
I’ve spun the chamber
and the damn gun clicked.
So what then,
I live another day,
make plans, drink coffee,
think about the garden
and tomorrow night
I’ll spin the thing again. Read the rest of this entry »
sense-memory
In Poetry on 26 July, 2009a pack of Lance cheese crackers and a sip of tap water have just triggered a sense-memory of licking a vagina
Five poems
In Poetry on 15 June, 2009Something To Think About
Such an awful
lot of thought has
gone into this
little poem.
You simply would
not believe how
much thought I have
put into this.
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I’ve Come So Far
In Poetry on 9 June, 2009Consider me
Bereft
At a loss
Stabbing my palm
With the point of my pen
Treading water
Just filling a page
Fucked Word Things
In Poetry on 26 May, 2009fucking words things
words, fucking each other
words fucking themselves
words looking at other words, thinking about fucking them
words thinking about other words while fucking themselves
words thinking about other words fucking themselves
words fucking other words for cash Read the rest of this entry »
A blank page
In Poetry on 26 March, 2009a blank page, decent
steady gaze, shrill voice, heroic,
superb brown eyes that trustful
wrap themselves unhelpful,
around, bind from normal,
head to foot so terrifying
Literary Lust
In Poetry on 21 February, 2009Long, slender fingers tap tap tapping on an old, dusty typewriter
Abstract ideas coalesce into a moist and shameful longing
Each sentence is an invitation typeset in desire
Expertly punctuated with a heavy sigh