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I was listening to John Tavener's 'The Protecting Veil': what does this music have to do with a protecting veil? How does this ...

( In the lame way the mindless find sparks fires ice love bright coal silence feeling ) there on the hillside look are men with nets and pin...

"The work of the Postmoderns delegates the production of meaning to the reader, their poetry being largely derelict in its responsibili...

Buddhist abbots show up in dirty track suits with spark holes and coke cans and no matches and it rains a little as they borrow a lighter fo...

stone path to the cascade through scent of jasmine and high grass stupa in silhouette with tourists out there even on the path to the boatho...

So today they came and took Shambo the Welsh Hindu bull with bovine tuberculosis despite the monks holding a continuous act of worship aroun...

(note: all ingredients below may mean different things to different readers assuming readers are eaters I can't cater for local differen...

* Reichstag thermite blah white hot in the ruins of recount of a democratic party late in the day and the barbecue just cold ash (many incon...

—two years old—folded up still—like wings, wings in a chrysalis—furled, maybe that's the word—looking out, yes—laughing, of course (ha h...

heading heading home observe closely what heading we are on dead-heading heading for disaster subject: heading This heading will take us to...

at two years still folded up into himself looking out, laughing, leaning out but still coiled in his animal-unknowing at three and a half or...

* * I began writing seriously a decade ago and was slow to learn. For years I was awkward, sloppy, given to overstatement, the sentimental i...

1979 at the swimming gala with the whole school lined up around the pool and she swam her length or two or three (much I don't remember)...

http://www.kwanzaakeepers.com/africa-aids-death-count/africa-aids-death-count.htm Pope, get your ass to Mombasa hit the hot shanty streets i...

More flowers from Deb. Click the pic to see a big version.

If I had a time machine, there's one place I would certainly go: to that room, to that murky and flickering scene (back thirty or forty ...

killing someone must be something else you do it slowly stand in front of the chosen-at-random victim and tell him what's happening mayb...

Deb. C. sent this rose. Thanks, Deb!

* So the wise people say: I throw this burning stub into the waste bin from over here three times without trying, without thinking the world...

Basho sees frogs jumping in ponds and fancies worlds collide someone should tell him the dungheap is starting to slide

in my lamb kebab I saw hairs she says and I baulk no this is just way too much this hairs thing too much I can't do hairs are you sure y...

why do men have deep voices and women not? eventually I hit on the answer it's so that when a man climbs up to the mountaintop at the he...

And more... We like flowers here!

* head rolling in locusts hahaha no you fool this was an applicator head for receiving said wax hold steady now (the perfect medley!) the wo...

If I should cast off this tattered coat, And go free into the mighty sky; If I should find nothing there, But a vast blue, Echoless, ignoran...

The build is a Lancaster bomber coming slow up the mountainside lost in the mist maybe, who knows something similar happened near here in Ja...

This is thought to be the skull of the first ever gunshot victim in the Americas. I thought that was pretty much a haunting poem in itself. ...

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 ...