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Rainbow Revolutionary
x With far more roofs than are needed, Golden eaves, bewildering embellishments, Porticos held up by pillars sprouting ardent Angels offering tits and candles, architraves And window-frames accompanied by legends, Threshold stairways flanked by snakes Disgorging snakes disgorging tiger-headed demons, … Continue reading
THE CAVERN
x Mere slips of girls behind masks are hardly what I am after. I am a diver after bushy clefts, fruits that swell and dangle From generous trunks, bases round and soft, feminine Versions of pachyderm deities, just as keen … Continue reading
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Tagged cave rescue, Chiang Rai District, legends, Princesses, Thailand, Tham Luang
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Does it say ‘Gawow’ or ‘For Real’?
CHIT CHAT x For real, for real, for real. x For real, for real, for real, for real. Who who who who who who who who Snipped pips, snipped pips, snipped x For real, for real, for real? Who who … Continue reading
ACCORDING TO PLINY
The dragon, ever at war with the elephant, Is itself of so enormous a size, As easily to overwhelm the elephant, Seize it in its clutches and encircle Its legs in its coils. x The contest is equally Fatal to … Continue reading
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Tagged Annonetheelephant, dragons and elephants, Pliny, superpower warfare
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HOMAGE TO THE DOUANIER ROUSSEAU
x Steep tracts of dry earth occasionally perplexed by roots Proceed up the aisles of perpendicular cathedrals. Bundled pillars of bamboo admit onto chapels of The unkempt wild banana, larger than a mammoth by Comparison to its pip-less and domesticated … Continue reading
When Nature Moults
The interrupted fall Of each broad leaf Is an event on the sun-deck Where the skin drinks in the gel. x The season’s a sort of dry autumn. It’s the heat that knocks off the leaves Big as faces, … Continue reading
Three Thai Poems in the Fortnightly
Here is the link to Three Thai Poems published now in The Fortnightly Review. This old lady eyed me rather suspiciously as she chewed on some straw.
Foody Land
The Sunday market manifests an erudite philosophy. All that may be done shall be done unto your titbits. x They shall be toasted wickedly, marinated, roasted. Bacchanalian bits of things shall be peeled and pickled, x Battered, steamed or fried; … Continue reading
SIN
Hot pants drop for cash. Now fallen spears change into silvery Snakes of light plucked from each lake’s modernist whorls That lead us where the bougainvillea bush bespoke For each lakeside testifies to concave curves And loggias on gated … Continue reading
Reading at the Torriano Meeting House
I am reading with Naomi Foyle this Sunday (7.30) 18th December at the Torriano Meeting House. Address: 99 Torriano Avenue, Kentish Town, London NW5 2RX Directions: From Kentish Town tube station walk up Leighton Road for seven minutesand turn left onto Torriano … Continue reading
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Tagged Anthony Howell, Naomi Foyle, poetry, poetry reading, Torriano Meeting House
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