Category Archives: Poetry

The Step is the Foot

More about this book at the website for Grey Suit Editions It can be ordered from Amazon etc Here is an extract from Chapter 1: The Gait of the Lizard The gaits of animals/the units of Orthometry I never had … Continue reading →

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Jack the Ripper

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AN ANGRY BLUE

From Notions of a Mirror (Anvil Press Poetry, 1983) * How to be reason, how to be hopeless in light: Exhaustion throwing off the bad Other proposals — letter to get off To people of pedestrian letters, petitions * Somebody causes out … Continue reading →

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Shireen

x You journos, you’re poets on active duty, For you can get disappeared, positively aimed at, Even with PRESS writ all over you. Maybe even because…. Today you’re Al-Jazeera, tomorrow Some scruffy independent. x And then you have your caricatures … Continue reading →

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Shunga 1-6

SHUNGA 1 Over the bedspread His pipe is well-used, and he fills it again. You’re wearing a mantle over your gown Because he likes to enter the reserve, Searching here and there for its waterfall. x You have done up … Continue reading →

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EXISTENTIAL BANALITY

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Birthday Poem

We are gathered outside the magistrates’ court To witness justice wither away. Barristers with black sling-bags and grey Drainpipe suits slink inside past officials today As we listen to the Grim Reaper Analyse the truth’s ignominious departure. Big lorries blare … Continue reading →

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Lines from Hubble

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Two Sequences of Poems by David Plante

Two Sequences of Poems by David Plante I am proud to introduce these two sequences by David. He and Nikos Stangos were vital components of the London scene in the 60s and 70s – two people I would see as … Continue reading →

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Now

You are unwilling to be vaccinated against COVID-19. She is a male who has just won a woman’s swimming-competition. Is Hunter’s laptop his confession? The trees have started losing their confetti.

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