Poetry silence – when to start again
I have written hardly any poetry in such a long time now – March was the last time I put anything together which might be
I have written hardly any poetry in such a long time now – March was the last time I put anything together which might be
The cowboys have gone out of business or Pretend to be self-made commercial heroes,The fantasy of TV is a bore,His town and home barely exist
Three are the ways that I have seen youGliding across the sky like Jove awakeningWondering why there are honeyed spaces betweenEvery field of your vision,
Coming out of winter hibernation, I have begun a project for the month of March. 31 poems in 31 days. I’m also carrying a camera
I keep a regular track of the visitors to the series of weblogs which I host using sitemeter. This helps me to see how many
bright by echo of bright recallthere is nothing more only the neatness brought about when we tidy as we go alongturning everything into some sort
The words begin Like something that slips down the page – not sure And an imagethat is all that poetry issomething that we can picture
New wordsNew creationsNew intimations of creativity Old spaces Seen before spoken Somewhere we have been beforeLaw taken overWondering whether there is more in the dustSpecks
TakingOpening all outSplitting a cloud like candy flossBreaking air apartAn atom-smasherBlaster. Other wordsPretendBut do not understand the flowThrough all connectionsNo rejectionsNo sorry. Not partNot apartNot