Category Archives: Poetry

Empyrean Suite – a homage to my friend Fawzi Karim.

Posted on July 12, 2019 by

Here is a link to my homage to my friend Fawzi Karim – Empyrean Suite – together with an obituary to this great poet and noble man. All in the Fortnightly Review. Also, here is a link to the obituary … Continue reading →

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A New Throne

Posted on July 5, 2019 by

VITAMINS   I have grown heated under my rind; At rest behind my eyelids, While the figs ripen, one at a time. On the edge of being over-ripe, I’ve cut out drink and drugs And you could say I’m rationing … Continue reading →

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Edith Sitwell ‘Face to Face’.

Posted on June 19, 2019 by

Wonderful interview by John Freeman with Edith Sitwell. Face to Face is a legendary series of interviews from the BBC and Freeman died in 2014 at the age of 99 years old.  Besides, Sitwell is an author I have always … Continue reading →

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Beeches

Posted on June 19, 2019 by

They muster an irregular yet monolithic avenue Up the ridge that leads to Loughton Camp – More than merely trees. The forest exhibits these Grey entities in its sculpture gallery. We are treated To a private view in the sense … Continue reading →

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Songs of Realisation

Posted on June 7, 2019 by

Very pleased that this new book of poems is now published by The High Window Press This book opens with poems committed to the transfiguration of the ordinary: garden sheds, bus rides, daily life in Tottenham, motorways leading to escapes … Continue reading →

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The Young

Posted on June 5, 2019 by

The poets outnumber their audience, But then we choose to be gracious, Mentioning Chinooks. Perhaps we’ve beenx Out-Trumped by demonstrations. Not to mention fares. You can’t expect The young to hike it herex Unless there’s an open mike. I say, … Continue reading →

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Oriental

Posted on May 26, 2019 by

x “Awesome, I understand, But what does it mean, pulpit?” She asks her boyfriend’s mother. A young girl, eating a bird; x Slender, in a tube skirt, on Bleeker Street. This is a shovel-ready project Listed under mist, tea and … Continue reading →

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