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Poetry
New entries
Holding On
First published in 'Popshot Magazine'.
After you died,
I filled your clothes with air
and took you walking.
Inflated, you were new-born, elated:
a dashing, headless dandy,
all grand gesture:
a sweep of shirt sleeve and trouser leg.
My mouth had so much to say,
it ran...
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The Origami Woman
First published in 'From the City to the Saltings' (the Essex Poetry Festival anthology, 2013, edited by Derek Adams, Adrian Green and Madeline Parsons).
Yesterday, I was the fighter
plane that nose-dived from
our son’s grasp, face crumpling
against the sofa cushions.
Today, I’m the mute swan
you string from the ceiling:
paddling the air with invisible
feet, making waves.
Tomorrow, I suspect I’ll be the...
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Squeezed Out
First published on Rebecca Goss' blog for Children's Heart Week (https://rebeccagoss.wordpress.com/)
You’re primed for that final dive
towards the light; but my heart
is misbehaving – racing yours
in misplaced sympathy.
We move from home
to hospital:
“Blue light,” says the midwife,
“Blue light, please.”
And it’s only afterwards
I understand I could have...
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Tree Stories
This poem is a reflection on how humans believe that they are the main species in the world; however, many species such as trees have been alive longer and experienced much more than humans have. In a...
There's nothing more delicate than a tree Weaves of branches and vascular tissue Waving nutrients down the halls of its elaborate hostel With every needle, one more can be added A soul, a...
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LSD Flight
The party was like a night shift
on the line in a chicken factory -
- endless, sweaty and hostile,
disposable humanity ending in bins,
disposable dreams ending in bins
That night everybody seemed so ugly,
pathetic and fake!
So he...
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Unreachable Special Place
Life doesn’t have any special meaning;
life just happens, like when you spill milk.
Riverbank by the main prison building
belongs to the ducks, you like to think
Life happens in busy waiting rooms:
You wait for love, for...
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When I Hate
When I hate, my enemies
seem happier than I’ve ever been.
They breathe my air, take my toys,
last night they even broke into my dream
When I hate, the sun is pale,
hurting them – that’s my secret...
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Bridge818 live at Spokenword at the Camden eye
Take The Black, To That Guy, Three Eyed Crow, Go Rapture Yourself and Say Goodbye To These. Being performed live at my Spokenword event in camden a few weeks ago
Take The Black
Because nobody can tell what is written on the wind And because nobody can tell just how quickly things can end Turns out im not the kind of person who believes in...
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Black
For freedom.
Wisdom is dark
- The soothsayer’s tongue,
Muse is the cock’s cry,
Strength is from tongs.
Magnificent; son of a mammoth;
Royalty is born as a maggot,
Admitted as Cadillac,
Mediocre is Cadaver.
To see the world in multicolour;
Accept the feast in...
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MY MOON
For Mother.Shine down in fluorescence, Calm all my pertubance, Lest this world break my every sense, Heal me at a glance. The watery deeps, you paint blue, My thoughts; the dominant hue, Bless me with this crescent, My pain let me vent. It’s...
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