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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 →

By the Hill at Whitby By the sight of thee thy crumbling stones thy pale, bleached devotion mid books of learning thy faith-filled gall not surrendered yet despite all this castigation of Caedmon’s poem We gather, rent of our disposition … Continue reading →

Jackson’s apology #4831 Jarvisse #01001 .. .. .. . … ..;.  uhh uhh? .. : … :: : Unfold the paper napkins spread them out     the tournament begins, the festival understanding, is like reaching through pillows     … Continue reading →

… CHRISTMAS 2021 – with extensive Authr’s Notes . .. Jiffy-black crow get off the road the meals not worth the life you’re owed get home to your ma and your family this mist and this fog its Christmas eve … Continue reading →

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GUEST POEM + RECOMMENDATION by Benjamin Zephaniah   . . . THANK YA’ BENJA-MIN ZEPHANIAH  …   …   … Who’s Who . . . I used to think nursesWere women,I used to think policeWere men,I used to think poetsWere boring,Until I … Continue reading →

                           six☮︎tees… . who arrived like a creeping ivy     stalking-leopard at the zoo a Regents Park type break out     changed our spattered disguises aided … Continue reading →

I wrote 34 lines on missing you .. . …   …   … I want it all I want the lot I want it cold I want it hot I want it double, double capuchino I want twins nestled … Continue reading →

Boomer’s Story Three score years and ten …  an odyssey Above the tempest and the squallI cannot remember the first timeI heard a train approachingtravelling down the stone-laid track the purple smoke, the rhythmic pantingthe rush of a woman birthinglying on … Continue reading →

Still under master’s orders     The walls are bleeding by the south terrace  running down the chapel of Santa Andronicusthe colour of walled flowers that grow  the large weeping petals of the hibiscus Running livid across the painted white … Continue reading →