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Movement Bookshelves remind me of the aloneness of thought. In the stillness of their spines  lies the essence of experience ...

Before the Dawn The cat stays the colour of night. His whiskers exquisite; his purr blent with divine harmonics...

How You Play Out The Years  The first fever you ever had the weight of a feather on your brow like circumspection gone wrong...

Persona The woodthrush using the depths of the forest as its instrument The forest giving the woodthrush a home so that the fo...

cool night observed this is the first cool night in some time not cool enough for windows but cool dark chocolate on pom...

Angels of the Night I drive back to tinsel town on Sunset Boulevard.  Hollywood---a town with its legs wide open, An American...

Depression My depression has its own voice. He wears a crown of winter leaves. He is my companion, my lover, My after-though...

Ode to the Saturn V Gravity fumbles and lets one through: a climbing tower blows back  flaming raspberry thre...

There have been a few of those hoary old rumours running north of the line that poetry is dead. These things run up there like the influenz...

Exhibitionist Arrested Again The call comes in  to the police station. It’s a small town and the voice at the library says ...

One Man's Karma The dead man sits in the small room Without sustenance or light, There are no books or wind...

Secret Alphabet The pen put to paper. Jet black ink, strips of the night sky, the space between the floors. When it was good, then each...

Beneath the folded tortilla moon trees are dreaming bent sunlight in long last summers. of mutation. tree speak t...

The Seasons and the Slants (V2) I live my life inside my patio window. It’s here, at my business desk I slip into my own warm...

confected outrage for Rupert ingredients: 215g (1 cup) caster spersions 60ml (1/4 cup) cold water tolerance (optional) 2...

When the clock catches up For J.S. i.m. perhaps Time rips through the flesh Remorselessly – blind in blood  ...

OK, I know it's only in its second year, but if last year's anthology is anything to go by (and, yes, I was a contributor last year...

The infant The river is filled to the bare maximum with life. Women are more heroic than men. They have to Be. Clocks tell ti...

Bookpeople For Celeste Bookstore browsing we begin with Harry Potter discuss the merits of various cover ...

dream sequence should be a standalone word for slow motion, this act of water stowing rotation onto air; how I close my eyes ...