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part of the work is just giving giving indiscriminately whatever is asked just giving just being ready to give when another little face appe...

Yorkshire rears mild gorillas in beige cardigans pulled-up beamers in laybys tupperware and purple fingers happy primates in the bilberries ...

The pavement were fields of harvest Wheat and down by the brimming River I heard a lover sing under: 'An arch of the railway love has...

bead control , did you mean? maybe she let her tongue travel (deduced from heats) in a Kirchhoff integral ( WTF ?) of stroking repeated thi...

They always out there sending out spiders and monkeys and a certain kind of iterating crab to read for signs of internet wildness, which sho...

horse-rid flak over a issue SHE ( long cahoot among mothers) OF FLIES: a feminist tissue he wouldn't know; or, knowing, dis' you ...

80. But though I have wept ( san izal the bastard razorwipe here a confluence of word-detritus outflow from the engine google (echoic reson...

the hewn trunk lies in the forest/instinctual dance/approximation/accuracy/failure/Chomsky falls in six rivers before nightfall/the singing ...

all in a freakin whirl out the window corn/wheat Po what ugh23 it split on me in the night music in your little one singin all the way down ...

she's smoking more now she's pregnant like a tacit protest every bite on it like a grimace in a baby's face you, you, you , why ...

augoeides augment adon shining one my firefox extension add on converse converse alignment adjunct adject augoeides break the words down int...

So Yahweh can do anything but He hasn't yet done everything and one day He gets this idea that starts eating at Him what if what if afte...

So the Buddha gets the flash that is something like the onset of labour and he thinks this is it, the real thing but it moves on and he is s...

George Bush Junior has a bottle of alcohol-free beer poured into a glass and it's poured badly and it all fizzes up and the froth runs d...

Rimbaud is 10 to the power of 500 potential word clusters massing in Parisian night it's not possible that this rain could fall here at ...

the wind giant was pretty much invisible to humans as they couldn't really resolve him other than as a sort of disturbance of the air a ...

all you aren't love poem all you aren't got me bad all the gap a mouth eats my looking in for it swallow my approach let me -- awak...

goblin who is not my enemy goblin who looms at my edges waiting for sunlight to tug at the curtains to run out clasp at my heel not enemy no...

I went to see my neighbour used to be a cartoonist little funny things better drawings than jokes but okay told me a cat got squashed mentio...

the rictus is a manifesto sealed from within, a gateway into refusal to engage HIGHER PURPOSE, fixity, worlds of rarefied trust ( look what...

spinning in the opening sky the merlin cannot hear the gunfire see the trails the puffs of breath as frames fall apart and centrifuges fold ...

back of the front the pieces blow a reverse fierce a trunk's shadow out of sun not stilled not sleeping this regression back of backer s...

all down the east coast the ghosts blow like dazzle over the waves the surf's arc the pattering cliffs I go looking in rock pools for ey...

Whatever your arrow is let it fly as though aimed at the heart of your enemy, as though all your life was balanced there in that moment of f...

I am not the river man, I am not the green shadow that moves on the banks that baffles your eyes at dusk, nor the hush that stills the watch...

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the b...

Breathe 1 You have to be dangerous, you have to fix yourself, breathe in intentionality, fixity of purpose like a man sucking flame through ...

You trace the black bones up the hillsides and you wonder why and how many men it took to circle the wyke and you wonder further back at nea...

Took him three years visualising Time as a goose beating down the Atlantic the wind-ways, the ripped open cloud-roads from Labrador an arrow...

Cheer up worse things it could be worse things happen in the green troughs tomorrow is day one I will I will another day behind clouds survi...

The trick is not in sending the words in loops and spirals off the trampolines of the lexicon through the hoops of the iris unstopped down t...

Before morning’s creep down the wideways of woodland halt the breathed haircurls aflame he came where she was wide in the wanting and illus...

all night clouds shaking with anger in the morning three little poems from the east rain down

I am an open throat with the night sliding down beating at shadows yowling in red fields, spinning wave filaments into beats of self-betraya...

Call me the prophet I break through the wall of my house at midnight and leave hastily jangling like a thief. I have come North heavy with p...

I'm gradually accumulating links to sites etc accepting poetry submissions, as well as other resources and information. These are among ...

Everyone gets a chance to jump. It comes and it's gone, a crossroads, a way out, a way in, a closing door in the wind. When the moment c...

That's not an elephant in the room. Whichever way you look at it that's a burning man, and he seems calm about it all, chewing a san...

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what can I tell you about this? it's like windows breaking in like a hand got your foot and dragging you back like a dream like you can...

'Perhaps it's me...but in all honesty, I could not penetrate that tangle of syntax, invented words, and structure, and derive any ki...

this no damn chinaman got me no hepkat whore pours yellow ozone back up my veinhome, this a German-French sailor gripes my throat-gag we kno...

A market in Mesopotamia a bad boy favoured today by Allah drives a camel with a stick that he inserts in a wound created for the purpose win...

(This is a riff on the theme for the purpose of gestation - it's not a piece of writing yet) this corpse-faced Capa Coha buddha with the...

...is a long corridor stretching shadows to snapping just a tendril shimmer with dewdrops ...

He shows them magic sparks cascade around his head his fingers, tendrils that channel starlight, he tells stories and poems, his c...

The kind of poetry (and writing generally) that currently most interests me is the attempt to speak from areas other than the intellect. Not...

Turing is a candidate for the 'father of the computer' title. He was a prime mover in the decryption of the German 'Enigma'...

Dead to the fairies Smoking Mirror, what is that whisper, what is that shadow that walks at noon, the silence that grows like ancient trees ...

I'm giving names to the part of me that needs to speak. I'm calling it Sensorium , and I'm calling it Monster . Sensorium, becau...

Some words it is necessary to sacrifice at the outset. Some words have every intention of subverting the entire deal, and can not be safely ...

night don't stop - black stars burn forever at my door

The man rakes through knapped flakes of flint, like leaves or blades, slices of a body. He pictures unknown molluscs boring into chalk, brea...

The following poems are more or less traditional haiku inspired by reading Matsuo Basho. I tried to use some of the common nature images fam...

winter snows in late autumn - two-faced year

8 haiku a jumping frog breaks the pond mirror - a spring day shivers summer rose petals cover the pond - pink carpet roof autumn moon ecli...

This is intended as a poem about the US and Europe, not about Ahmadinejad or Iran. It just struck me that there was something deeply racist ...

...some dynamic of wind that blows through when you look down some mathematical thrust of stark distance galvanising musculature without att...

Does George Bush see Ahmadinejad like this... or like this... or like this? I sometimes see him like this... and sometimes like this.

I wrote this as an attempt at a ghazal, as it's a pretty ancient Persian poetry form to do with longing, but also to do with fire and ri...