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Tag: poem
Poem: Embarrassed by this revolution
I heard talk of a revolution and I slipped away, embarrassed, eager to finish my coffee and to not be … More
Poem: The forgotten
Line us up. Line us up and check us in. Check us out and hand us our cheques. “You. Not … More
Poem: The view from here
Where we are, is a place that we inhabit. But is it truthful, or a simple lie? Where are you? … More
Poem: Plectrum Found, London
I found a plectrum at Liverpool Street station; Bottom of the stairs rising up to Bishopsgate; A bottomless blue like … More
Poem: 26
Sorry, is this seat taken? Errrha. Do you mind if I open. The next bus stop. Hurrff. A-a-hurrff. No no, … More
Mirror me
‘The reflection had only existed for a matter of moments, but it already knew what it thought of the man.’
Poem: Historic language
Your eyes have your age, but your ears have your father’s. The wisdom of words wears through the plains of … More
Poem: A rage
Fevered fury creeps up my neck and throttles my words with filthy, scarred fingers. I’m chained powerless to a chair, … More
Poem: I am not the same as you
I am not the same as you. I don’t have the same rhythm, The same tempest, The same dreams.
Poem: On writing
I could have written my defining work already, which is a terrifying thought considering my quantifiable lack of achievement.
Poem: Never ending bloom
What grows from the wars we wage? Fields of poppies grew before, blood red and swaying brittle and fragile on … More
Haiku: Epitaph
Death is loneliest, After buried or scattered. Life seems more sociable.
Poem: Disappearing
I found a familiar yet new solace (and it found me) hard to confront, hard to embrace, harder yet to … More
Poem: Those we have lost
Death always gets the wrong ones: Always reaching out a cold, bony finger pointing his aim at the voice of … More
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