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About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray

THE INVASION OF THE A.M.A.T.E.U.R.S

Posted on May 21, 2021 by edenbray

The Invasion of the A.M.A.T.E.U.R.S                                       War we always have with us… West of pier point on the cusp of Ben Hazi … Continue reading →

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I BOUGHT BUKOWSKI

Posted on May 9, 2021 by edenbray

I bought Bukowski I bought Bukowski .. . I bought BukowskiI bought White Stripesseven deaths on Lincolnshire roads where I livethe rain still falling on the window ledge outsidesexy as suck I bought into BukowskiI bought into Seamus Heaney toomy … Continue reading →

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COPYRIGHT and COMEDY .. .

Posted on April 29, 2021 by edenbray

Copyright and Comedy .. . . I, a radioheadhear voicesI hear peoples screams live peoples nightmareswater board crueltysplints under nails humanity is not holyit has no compassionwho can own a feeling? I am a charlatanmaking crazy rulesstealing what should not … Continue reading →

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BRITAIN HAS ITS BISCUITS

Posted on April 24, 2021 by edenbray

Britain Has Its Biscuits .. .   Alongside the apothecary of jars and potionsthe baker’s biscuit designed to aid digestionwas accepted by the nation not bicarbonatebut by skill in appropriating diffused libations In this regard it waits in line behind … Continue reading →

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THE AMATEURS

Posted on April 17, 2021 by edenbray

The Amateurs Two sportsmen were approaching, followed by a three, a five, a six This band of amateurs coming after me to carry me home on sweat-soaked shoulders, shirts cotton, buttoned down Hooped, green-yellow; striped red-white, fearsome sightOn cold community … Continue reading →

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BOXER

Posted on April 11, 2021 by edenbray

    BOXER . . Boxer, can you see through bloodied vision?this conflict born from all of Adam’s sonssubterfuge meets necessity in life’s arena He stands alone who thinks alone homelesswho battles indecision and oppressionor who stands for his own … Continue reading →

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A VIEW BY THE SEA

Posted on April 10, 2021 by edenbray

A View By The Sea . .. The dead die young Ernest Albert Bett your concrete grave is a trough with no pigs yet in it just convolvulus and ivy I stepped across your withered torso the silence of the … Continue reading →

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THE AMATEUR

Posted on April 8, 2021 by edenbray

The Amateur .. . EDITION ONE .. . The amateur who carries a nickel flask       stumbles cold around up on prospector hill always less dangerous than the fanatic      who stands manacled to his redoubted past … Continue reading →

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LAY DOWN MY SWEET CHILE!

Posted on April 5, 2021 by edenbray

I have a pile of hats in the corner of our room .. I lie alone in the muddy field I lie upon my back .. On my back I watch the sky The birds, the planes, the clouds bring … Continue reading →

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LEARNING TO GRIEVE .. .

Posted on April 5, 2021 by edenbray

LEARNING TO GRIEVE .. . And I upon my kneesadvancing stealthilyhaving miles to travelbackward in my mindor then forward among those signpoststhat become gravestonesI glance across my shoulderwonder am I doing it ?a priests waythe correct waythe way that he … Continue reading →

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