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About edenbray

I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray


As long as you sleep .. . As long as you sleep   I will watch over you   to warn you of the crashing waves   the march of time   relentless in its disdain of life Your caustic … Continue reading

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. .. picture postcard album .. . . .. some are yellowed, some are straighta few hardly come into viewthey are lost somewhere in Jonah’s etherat the bottom of the whalein the slime that’s part digestedpicture postcards leave a trail … Continue reading

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iguana territory .. . it is latewind-chill factor colder than Septemberin the late, dark night the iguana ever bolderdoes not venture out the iguanais a solitary beastas spies pass messages to one another before the dawn risethey keep each other … Continue reading

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If I were born today a newborn creaturehanging out from my mothergangling on the floormuch like I ever waswhen my mother birthed meugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous, bodily functionsthe effluence of my short lifeI’m a writer, I am an … Continue reading

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A SOCIAL DRAMA .. . the czars paid full price .. .  . .. Catapults and carnage the winter solstice it is doneMichaelangelo performingat the Duomo the dying swan Auntie Edie hangs her washingon her taught, rope-twine linehides her knickers … Continue reading

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Running Towards Sadness In the dark wood there are no sounds above, the light of the headland shines lay down moribund, lay down little starling your white-light stars will never leave you wear your iridescent cloke to ward off evil … Continue reading

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Insincere Intentions ..  I wrestle with my anxiety who calls her Joanie everyday there is someone new something new knocking at my door demanding my attention who tries to bring me to the floor the cold, hard floor we who … Continue reading

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Schoolday windows .. . . . Jam on it… Old boots drawn on a blackboard wall   no creativity in the assembly hall kids line up for their detentions   who came late to the roundabout when we were students … Continue reading

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THE AXE by Thom Yorke Goddamn machineryWhy don’t you speak to me?One day I am gonna take an axe to itThe pitter patterWhat does it matter?Where’s that loveYou’d promised me?I’m pierced by long nailsBy coloured windmillsThe soft sustainEnvelope I thought … Continue reading

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This dream was the first .. . . This dream was the first   it woke me alarmed and covered in damp persuasion   of believing myself  a gangster on the run   born to play Machieveli I, who held … Continue reading

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