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Smoke
(For Walter Dillam)
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Wetland
Dry is but the domain of distant memory.
May 17
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exit, a bear
exit bereft a derelict bear sorry of arse and tall of story long past the glories of his dancing days – the cavehouse rock the deepwood strut – the last…
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How worlds end #4
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Ferragosto
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A psychiatric hospital is not a factory
Sep 27, 2025
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exit, a bear
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Epitaph
May 25, 2025
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Ferragosto
The day is a basin of molten heat draining into twilight. Down by the dam the festa is afoot – a babble of children splashing – Vermentino and Nastro…
Apr 24
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Whisper
A cobwebbed whisper of wind wakes and stirs.
Apr 8
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Doubt sidled quietly through the doorway like a late arrival – two-faced, like January, settling in dank and chill between us.
Jan 7
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Bliss
(for Deborah Harry)
Dec 2, 2025
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In the event of fog
Why would you dream of a tangerine sun in September? One morning you’ll rise and plunge to a moment of caesura – a lurch of your world’s axis – an…
Nov 19, 2025
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A psychiatric hospital is not a factory
The technocrats are taking over the asylums with batteries of nostrums – capitalising the castle, parcelling up the parklands for gymnasiums and luxury…
Sep 27, 2025
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The death of Diogenes
Many a dogged mile I’ve marched, and for this? None of you droogs strayed so far from the fold. It’s death and death only: piece of piss, come to think…
Sep 5, 2025
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Greenhorn (The ‘new tit’)
Deposited. A rimy January drizzle. Your car exhaust coughs an awkward au revoir – recedes. Twilit iron gates behind, a gargoyle maw gulped shut.
Jul 16, 2025
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How worlds end #4
Out of an abundance of caution we shall accept that things will be what they will be – we shall keep on keeping on as we always have done (or so we tell…
Jul 14, 2025
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