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                              Vermillion Landscapes .. .                                           … Continue reading →

The Heart of the BEAT POET Is free you do not tell the BEAT POET what to write .. .

of the Somme, Vimy Ridge and modern times .. . Out where the two dykes cross you could be in the desert of Atacama as far as remoteness we surprised a black-eared hare He scuttled from his hiding place disappeared … Continue reading →

On Erin’s Cloud .. . on Erin’s cloud I laid aside the lusts of war and betrayal where sensations lie with kings or Aphrodite’s caressed expulsions her nightly flight to honour love his restless ardour and desire the itch that … Continue reading →

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 →