An ekphrastic poem, written in shadorma form, inspired by the film adaptation of Woman in the Dunes. Oh, but for the curve of her hip and the sand in her hair I would be a free man now It comes pouring down (6 October 2016)
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The logo in the corner (A poem)
‘The other day, I was in a record shop. Looking through the LPs, I found the Queen catalog reissues. On one of them, the Virgin Records logo was in the upper right corner. But, on closer inspection, the famous logo that was supposedly scrawled on a napkin had been ‘cleaned up’: the basic shape was there; [...]
Grounds (a poem)
Ah, coffee! Tasty and inspiring… The residue collects at the bottom of the cup becoming the grit in my last swallow like accidentally drinking sand from the beach drink after the spill I rinse and I rinse but I still feel the crunch between my teeth and I wonder how to rid myself of the [...]
