Category Archives: Poetry

CATHAR COUNTRY

They are here like us at Queribus And at Peyrepertuse, fiddling with their Camera batteries, dragging their red setters Up congested spirals onto views. When they meet each other unexpectedly Hyperbolic protests of astonishment Lose their fizz in about five … Continue reading

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BATRACHIANS

A wary nod suffices on the cycle track. It follows an extensive reach where breezes Dint the idling river. Clustered round A sewer’s lid, cow parsley thrives, as muddied Clouds abet the treacherous stillness of This prelude to the weir … Continue reading

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Modern Love

Now I ask her to kiss her fingers and then touch Her privates just as though the kisses came from me. And she tells me that she’s done it, someone I’ve never met, whose passionate responses On the internet only … Continue reading

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The Problem of Multitude

This is a 2011 published article about the problem of multitude in American poetry today. I found it interesting. The Problem of Multitude in American Poetry It mentioned that in 2010, three deciders had each put ten names forwards as … Continue reading

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Beverley at Iguazu

This is a video poem, the text was written in Argentina about ten years ago. It was inspired by the falls at Iguazu. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDtuWt-SOhM

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The Poetry School’s favourites 2011

Nice to see our book is second on the list!   http://www.poetryschool.com/news/our-favourite-poetry-books-of-2011.php

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How I see this journal

I am advised that the best blogs are focused.   But I want this site to reflect the diversity of my interests – poetry, dance, performance art, essays and music.  Over the years, I have become reconciled to being a … Continue reading

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A Thought

It’s fucking hard work being a beggar in Paris: It takes more out of you than any conventional job To scratch interminably and with increasing violence At the old itch, to lie shivering in rags On the pavement for twenty-four … Continue reading

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The Talisman

  Once, she said, you used a word I didn’t so much mind. Hmm, but what was it? None of those put forward: x Something airbrushed out Of my vocabulary; So should I chant a litany, Trawl for turns of … Continue reading

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