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December 2015

Anybody home? Knock Knock! Hello, anybody home? Where are they? Have they all moved? I don’t think they will return The cobwebs are entrenched Does anyone know where have they gone? They used to fish here, tell… Discussion Anybody home? 1 Like

May 2015

Screams from Canopus The jackal's head, an eerie silhouette An outline of death beckoning, Fading through the sand. The last gasp before I depart, The colour of the gods cannot be known, Swallowing black; descending The… Discussion Screams from Canopus 3 Likes

April 2015

023: MANCHESTER REVISITED For Bill Grundy [1923-1993] and good times at Granada Studios Manchester UK Grey days always remind me of Manchester, Salford Docks, kitchen sinks, Archie Street, of Rita Tushingham in Shelagh Dela… Discussion 023: MANCHESTER REVISITED 2 Likes the cynic They laugh at me because I do not bathe, cackling at my tattered robe The Athenians are quick to judge and smother themselves in gossip They cannot stand my repulsive breath Yes! I love to munch on… Discussion the cynic 1 Like

September 2014

MOZART'S DOG People think I'm mad ... When I tell them I was Mozart's dog! Believe me, it's true I was a fox terrier, They called me Bimpes. Through the apartment The music always flowed, Concerti, cadenzas, son… Discussion MOZART'S DOG 1 Like

February 2014

Sky gaze of the Cinema’s shoal Sky gaze of the Cinema’s shoal Whale clouds are sea deep in the light that is leaving, Silence passing, they breach the blind ordinary street, Rise above the wires and watch fading petticoat girls Re… Discussion Sky gaze of the Cinema’s shoal 4 Likes

January 2014

Sydney's wish soiled in sweat. My head held painfully low, as I make way to my next scheduled appearance in life’s social show. Tears flow when I’m alone, the city buildings hammer it home, silent reminders, silent cautioners, sil… Discussion Sydney's wish soiled in sweat. 1 Like

November 2013

102: NEWPORT FIFTY YEARS ON

Somewhere in the inspirational past an erudite lecturer of economics introduced me and my fellow inebriates to the maxim ‘there are lies, damned lies and statistics’, it has…

Blog 102: NEWPORT FIFTY YEARS ON 2 Likes

April 2013

her. Being a woman entails more than lady-like graces; covering up of interval boils with Oprah-esque vigils latent brimming of tears for a man – the one … Discussion her. 2 Likes

March 2013

On The Road To Infinity

Just follow the signposts, on the road to infinity,

one by one they'll rise up to meet you.

In the beginning is Immaturity,

leading you on to Insecurity,

up the hill…

Blog On The Road To Infinity 1 Like A bull called Calvary

A bull called Calvary,

In the depths of winter Calvary seeks refuge underground

far from the howl sweeping the land’s frozen surface with the low battering…

Blog A bull called Calvary 1 Like

February 2013

Another Volume One 1. I am a child bathed in fabric sunlight. Squatting... Milk bottle toes dipped to drink Brackish Bondi Blue. Hands poised to take solace in the wet diamond sand. Deep carmine pink is the shimmering… Discussion Another Volume One 2 Likes

December 2012

Inside Skies What I have inside is vast and broad and bigger than I let it be. Sitting in my chest and bursting at the seams. Such small spaces to come beyond, But wide as spreading seas. Such a stretch of imagi… Discussion Inside Skies 2 Likes

October 2012

Rigor Mortis i joined the brickworkgaunt misery contorted and taut under my papery skin-meati looked up and the blue sky was blockedby a clawed and furry blacknesshalf the body limp and hanging like lawlessnessth… Discussion Rigor Mortis 1 Like Poet Heart

A bridge

and four chambers

choir

by memory sing

the flowing

centre of…

Blog Poet Heart 2 Likes Sirens I hear sirens screaming through my veins Weeping lights out of my flesh Arresting my thoughts with handcuffs Interrogating the freedom of my soul Tempting sins have brought me to pounder the cognitiv… Discussion Sirens 2 Likes Smoke City sand me down to something new break this old snakeskin ive been wearing since my first cigarette and tar dripped down my teeth a welcome mat spitting asbestos a samurai wielding a glass katana all my… Discussion Smoke City 2 Likes

September 2012

Removal of Stephanie Esther Evening all, After receiving a second complaint, and reviewing the most recent comments of Stephanie Esther, we have decided to remove her from the site. In line with the moderation policy Stephanie… Discussion Removal of Stephanie Esther 7 Likes Proposal Do not listen to the voices, dear, who say love will never age, whether style, machismo or fear. They are wrong however solemn they appear, the poet, the prophet and the sage. The future must remai… Discussion Proposal 2 Likes everything else is a lie Love is the silence shared between us, Everything else is a lie Love is every moment of oblivion Everything else is a lie It is that which never made sense For it needs not to be made sense of Ev… Discussion everything else is a lie 3 Likes