The old men talk about Skopje at the pool where
I do my twenty. Drum-tight bellies becoming boulders.
Swim? Never, but they can’t wait to get their gear off and recline
– bronzed Aristotle and pupil – on the warm cement. Continue reading
Month: November 2017
Musca domestica (for Seth Brundle*)
My own fly
attend(s) never tires
schools me
in futility. Continue reading
The bodysurfers
lift together in the wave
as if for a moment
there was something
greater than us. Continue reading
Different everytime
A shore, somedays a dream,
black and silver fish torpedo
thru transient glass Continue reading
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Check out Jan Verbeek’s On A Wednesday night in Tokyo, 2004 – along with 40 years of German avant garde television – at the wonderful – ubuweb – All avant-garde. All the time.
Poets Speaking up to Adani eBook call for submissions
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Friday favourites for 10 Nov.
(a little late)
If you haven’t caught up with the latest edition of Cordite – do yourself a favour. Continue reading
Eight views of a Lego® block
(i)
Among everything moving —
the gulls and the kelp lifting and again
or slumping in the early heat
Lego® is still. Continue reading
Hyperbole
[Dear WordPress readers,
this looks so much better on my site]
Comes the last allusion, now the final verse. Continue reading
