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1 The frame is glazed with October hugging brick and black mackintosh, anvil noise, pedestrian crush. 2 Train-bent, late and suddenly lost, I search my face for tell tale signs. Pulp paperback roof for my head. 3 With pockets of galleon moths a jam jar collection of copper I thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier. … Continue reading I Thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier
Originally published in GLEAM Many thanks to Lori and the editorial team at Gleam: Journal of the Cadralor for deciding to publish my Cadralor in their latest issue (iv). The form is relatively new to me and appealed at once because of its visual qualities. There is a filmic sense to Cadralor poetry that fits … Continue reading Stippling.
At four forty four this a.m. I broke from a curious and troublesome dream: a back yard cold hound arced from a choke, bejewelling black glass with sad bark and stream. * Struggle, the chain enchanted. But relief? Not tonight. Nor evasion. Fear defeat. The fettered dog’s howl and shackle of teeth seemed to goad … Continue reading Tonight, together, apart.
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