June 2012
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A review of The Shuffle and recordings of me (and... →
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'Poem In Which' published in Annexe Magazine →
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REAL LOVE –
you say as I tiptoe off into an icy alley
festooned with pink meringue, my face squished deep
into a sandy fur coat – makes my hands scrimmage
for things to rip, fills my ears with wasp bites,
my ribs with murky water, seems to flush out my blood
cells. I wheeze, acutely aware of my swallow.
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Before The Waning Spiral Stairs
my mouth whirled with steel-tinged rum • ale glazed the table-top •
slumped into acres of moss-damp hash • I saw the bleakly sequined
dawn • licked the tree bark’s feline sap • resin drifted from a bow •
pushed you in the velveteen ditch • idly laced up in leather and weave
• sang ‘Holy, Holy, Holy’ • tended to wane mildewed pines • heard
cicadas burr as we sank to sleep • smoked my...
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SELF PORTRAIT AS AMATEUR
I have thought myself in love at times, sickly and stupid
with night terrors no gasp of ozone can relieve.
I have held someone in the guise of love, skirted
their outline in the communal dark.
I have felt bodies ease away or near
because that is communication.
I have fallen from love, gently disentranced
or in a blanketing relief, spun into abrupt air.
And I have felt the quiet love...
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Poem That's Been Knocking About That Could Do With...
I have thought myself in love at times, sickly and stupid
with night terrors no gasp of ozone can relieve. And I have held
someone in the guise of love, skirted their outline in the communal
dark. I have felt bodies ease away or near, for that is communication.
I have fallen from love, sometimes gently, like desiccating paint,
others in a blanketing relief, spun into abrupt air. And I have
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