Category Archives: Poetry

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 been x Out-Trumped by demonstrations. Not to mention fares. You can’t expect The young to hike it here, x Unless there’s an open mike. … 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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EXTINCTION OF THE HEART

Posted on April 23, 2019 by

Do you know how long ago it was that the heart Vanished at last from the face of the earth? Once it emboldened the coins of Cyrene: Double-chambered emblem only Cupid’s dart Could ever penetrate. The last stalk it ventured, … Continue reading →

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SATIRE for the Millenium

Posted on April 16, 2019 by

Very pleased that my essay on satire is now posted on The Fortnightly – Satire for the Millenium

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Outside Belmarsh for Julian

Posted on April 14, 2019 by

Click The RUPTLY LINK for the video – and here is The Duran  DLR Veering below us, the railings go optical. When did you last see a tree? Way up above, there are clouds hemmed in x Between the plutocratic … Continue reading →

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WHAT STARTED IT?

Posted on April 11, 2019 by

Gulls on the pitch sound faint through the night at five. Lights are wasted on streets forsaken even by foxes. Hooked beaks inspire each other’s desolate, distant mewing Over the somewhat more diminished drone of one lone juggernaut Orbiting the … Continue reading →

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