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Swimming

A heap of chilling cossie - in a still moment I clench my toes around, against the grain, To be touched by the fabric of before.
Cherry

Being

My fluffy clock - I can touch it, throw it, break it, It exists, and breakable It is there I can see it. Desks are hard, and can be Sat upon or...

Performance

The light is supposed to be like A flooded clinic Milking and sapping through my stage - Dark blocks and starts and uncarressed shards. I will...

Driftwood

I was sixteen when I knew I wouldn't find a message in a bottle. Had I looked for longer... (Though I had not searched the beach for years, Still I...

Blue

Everything that happens to you Is realised by a sense, A doorway to your consciousness. If I rewind and play Rewind and play Over and over - When you...

We Had

A primitive silence, Less a silence, more a few words unspoken (I knew there was more to say.) This quiet could be as strong as we were Two magnets (...

Midlife

angry old man edges blunted no longer the hunter now the hunted middle aged spread has gone to his head hair falling out teeth follow suit

Andrew's Monologue

A monologue from the P.O.V. of a person who has been scammed in a con.

Passion of the Christ Film Review

A short film review, my first ever for the much talked about film Passion of the Christ.

Gig Rewiew of Lowdrive and the Hearing

Two local West Midlands bands from Coventry were reviewed by myself. This is my first ever band review.

Andrew's Monologue

A short monologue detailing with the aftermath of a person who has been scammed by a con artist out of a considerable amount of money.

Redemption

My grandfather sat on a divan, back stiff and eyes tight-shut, when the news arrived. At the age of seventy, his body still preserved the womanizer's tensile, proud, virility.

Hapaxlegomenon

The connotation of the Aleph as a ?point in space containing all the points? adds own the pompous abstraction of creative causality as chance occurrence of representative consciousness striking exactitude to the art of the symbol! Its paradoxical to infiltrate this idea with literature: as the death of God is the death of unrecognised symbol. The art of cognition to consciously adopt life is to understand the mere representation of the symbol and translate it to the spirit as being consciously done.

Beth the librarian

In a rare but common morning called the literary sunrise, there stood in vast expanse a strange and secret space, gigantic, but deaf as the stone that speaks silently to a secret wish of architecture called the tower.

Ten Minutes

"A man should only cry twice in his life..."

The Raspberry

I never write poems.

Let's Stretch Time

Written while looking at a painting from Salvador Dali

i want to relax

how many people can write a poem to order?

prisoner

Trapped inside your mind - couldn't imagine anything worse (another one from age 11)

The sea is endless

The sea is endless. That's where I have gone. My soul has flown this place, My heart has set sail without a crew. You had let the rope go, Left me...

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