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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

mishmash exceptions

mishmash exceptions : .. I tumbled out of the controversy    and out of sleep where I had raised a perspiration   not brought about by heat but nagging concerns   I wrestle with each day McManus and Jackie Pallo … Continue reading

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LETRASET LANE .. .

letraset lane .. . .. Back streets cobbled    hidden off-street parking   green door shabby   betide brushed-tin sign placard to an advertising   business, screwed flush    against the wall, engraved   in times new roman desk-top publishing’s arrival    puts the … Continue reading

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TESCO OFFERS .. .

tesco offers .. .. i Step down walkways   imaginations memoirs   clinging; still hung over   in your full bloodied mind   concerning latest cortex             of worries   dreams ill-defined I join this … Continue reading

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HELL ON FIRE: with THREE HARES, a QUADRILLE and a QUAIL in a COCONUT SKY .. .

Hell on fire with 3 hares, a quadrille and a quail .. . in a coconut sky A sonnet burns upon this flaxen heath      flairs are lit within my glowered eyes storm the harbinger of yellowed grief dance … Continue reading

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. .. POSTCARD FROM THE ESPLANADE .. .

. .. postcard from the esplanade .. . .. . One hundred times we arrive   at seaside towns incognitogulls sing mournful to the wind  sleight the tongue then spew their guano at the borderline              … Continue reading

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TURNER PRIZE .. .

Turner Prize .. . by your leave I am not sullied by semantics my projects laid out like morning clothes Charles Wesley spoke with the chamber maid lay down your guns in charcoal the chamber maid spoke with the cook … Continue reading

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THE WHITE FUR & THE SABLE .. .

    THE WHITE FUR and THE SABLE . the white fur – the sable black fur darkall souls capable they return horned andhomeward through sand-scarred missalfeet forged at earth’s core harpooned tusks, volcanoscorched, scored agatethe languid oryx stands benign … Continue reading

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WHAT’S THAT PAINTING ON THE WALL .. .

What’s that painting on the wall? … .. in the half light it seemed the best place to start to try to explain there is a painting on the wall we were in a cafe before we all stopped smoking … Continue reading

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INDIGENOUS INDIGESTION – beat bop

Indigenous indigestion – beat-bop People are proud of their heritage sitting on balconies with their windie boxes wondering if the structure they are sitting on is secure enough to take their weight the high-rise boxes they now live in are no … Continue reading

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STEINBECK LANE .. .

Steinbeck Lane .. . .. Where I grew up in gunner’s shale   shoes polished, faces paper pale the television flickered bread was stale   we put a brave face on and smiled green the carpet spread about us   … Continue reading

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