It’s early in the game, I’m afraid…
poem
When I fly… (a poem)
I was recently challenged to write a poem about the floor of a gallery that is being remodelled. Everything here is taken from things written by children on a giant painting of a purple butterfly (or moth). Except for checking the meanings in Google Translate so I could put things in a ‘proper’ order, I have made no changes to the original text (other than any mistakes in copying, that is)…
Carousel (a poem)
Wrote this after reading the review of Marianne and Leonard: Words of Love in The Guardian…
Marbles (a poem)
Based on a conversation with my mom…
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…
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.
This is modern fairy tale (a poem)
It’s no ‘Disaster in the House’ or ‘The Roof is on Fire’, but here it is.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 