Based on a conversation with my mom…
Poetry
There is no love (a poem)
Steeling myself, just in case…
Bookstore Poem #643
A true story. This happened to me this last Sunday morning.
A topiary of superficial wounds (a poem)
Managed to eke this one out between sneezes…
2019 Poetry Marathon: My half-marathon recap
Originally posted here.
Another year’s half marathon come and gone. As I often point out, I prefer to do the half marathon because I like to sleep; consequently doing the full 24-hour marathon simply wouldn’t work for me, as it would take me at least a couple of days to get back to normal. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #641
The future used to be so fucking cool…
Sunday morning 5 x 5
I got off to a weirdly early start this morning—including checking the Poetry Marathon website for interesting prompts that came after hour 12. The hour 17 prompt (basically the same as the hour 4 prompt, but with different photos—I chose this one by Wei Ding), combined with the Paddy McAloon/Prefab Sprout song ‘I Trawl the Megahertz’, inspired this poem.
2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Twelve: We forged on…
My Hour 12 poem—and that’s a wrap. The prompt was to do an erasure poem, so I went to the photograph I’d taken a few weeks back of p. 143 from Cosey Fanni Tutti’s art sex music (Faber & Faber, 2017):
2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Eleven: Dear Kevin who likes to take shortcuts sometimes
My Hour 11 poem. The prompt was to write a poem in the form of a letter to a past self. I knew exactly which one to pick…
2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Ten: After breakfast
My Hour 10 poem. The prompt was to use at least five of the following words:
canteen – dock – fir – hush – moonbeam – shelf – damn – coffee – concrete – fog
Ordinary Average Thoughts 