Hello readers, So … somethingeveryday. At first I started this website and internet project to see whether I could engage new readers with poetry - whether there was a place for poetry within the confines of the modern world. With instant gratification all around us how could poetry keep up with this? Poetry is focused upon the minutiae of experience, on the little things that make people...
Eager like a brush, rough tugged through knotted hairs you cling. Superglued thumbpads tab at my ribs. Paw at my bones and bone to make me into something else. Velcro’d hairs attempt their spindled clasp. I lie solid. We in dark and breathe irregular, think in thoughts that never cross. Kisses plant in different soils a germinated mutant bud. We lie and dream in two worlds,...
If … if I close my eyes and cross my heart … think hard enough. If I blow the heads of dandelion fluffs: thinks of me thinks me not. Close my eyes and think hard enough of alleys where we kissed and rubbed places we still live in memory-touch. If I turn the light switch forty two times for every day we spent all the hours now nothing meant and...
I was given a task by Jo Bell to write a poem on the train from London Euston and Manchester today (National Poetry Day). Here it is: Across England there are homes. In pubs and streets and library waiting rooms. Places I could turn up, call my home where people stand unmiked reading, paper quaking some performing their own and others’ tales. I am not. But parts of me are...
This kiss shared. Two breaths: lipstuck merged. Together. Okay, I’m liking lunes. This one’s the Jack Collom variety (3-5-3).
Lune for Love
We bit lips and chewed down on love. Your name bruised my neck. The Robert Kelly lune uses a 5-3-5 structure. I also did a Jack Collom lune back in April called Lune for Words which uses a 3-5-3.
She tells me she’s losing the will to live I tell her I’m losing Will we give each other hugs, still and get on with it like you do.
Afterwards, he says: “You have a gorgeous body.” Smile. ”Says you.” We kiss.
Something short of amazing, this. Pressed together in a book of limbs. A story writ from a soaring night’s dreams. We are words on pages folded, like kisses, xs of lines joined. (Possibly part of a larger piece.)
secretswithheld asked: You are absolutely sensational. I adore your writings. <3
I want to hold you And whisper the day’s secrets As you drift to sleep.