my new next door neighbour's from the 1690s a living artefact an antique. behind - the other side lies a retired roman legate the new one moved in last week ...
contemporary poetry
sunday morning stuff
hark a chorus lawnmowers the odd rebel hedge trimming weather permitting then strimming pond life tadpoles swimming woodpecker lesser spotted bird feeder still goddit blood & vomit in places saturday's pavement traces x ...
edward iii
if unmonitored this watch goes historical its cogs drag us back into the depths of the past just this morning we awakened in the 14th century temporally far from home when edward iii was on the throne ...
potentially hazardous
torrential rain hill fog may contain traces of diphtheria creaky doors the common cold dark days of yore asbestos & hazelnuts ricin rice cakes latex gloves slippery floors a wonky shelf then there's always weasels popping - so watch y'self ...
scrawling stuff
scrawlings plastic pen ink on hands & exposed skin reminders random words shopping lists whims symbols protection secret jokes nudges soapy water smeary now but traces smudges ...
ǝbuɐɥɔ ɟo sǝɔɹoɟ
certain things suck us in charbydis an opening maelstroms pigeon holes black holes lack control willow weep tree sorrow leaches frost hollows deficits gain more different than before ...
detectable receptacle
i'm picking up signals transmissions interference white noise blue noise with yellow dots incoherence sine signs e.v.p aliens great uncle steve loads of codes 3rd cousin rose aerial daze giz a wave ...
death by nice
it's all quintessentially picturesque & quaint warm brush strokes the lord doth paint thatched cottages for villages lush meadows all around a light breeze & birdsong are oft the only sound every reverend cycles on the green - wicket keeping cake sales & ginger ale a chocolate labrador sleeping inevitably green hills generically idyllic begging for mass murder or failing that a picnic ...
a poem about river ripples
the river & its ripples its dimples its wrinkles its jiggles its wriggles mass trickles of dribble from little to middle to mighty wet riddles of slippery wiggles of rivery ripples ...
a hole in last thursday
there was a hole in last thursday so bits of it leaked into last friday beyond last week then into the future yes the spillage did run leaving traces in places for decades to come ...
resarf poetry 