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Poem of the week

Love's Progress 1-7

Parts 1-7 of a 17 part cycle of poems inspired by Bosch's triptych "The Garden of Earthly Delights."
Cherry

A Gastropod Transmits My Image to its Unconscious Self

This snail in my hand - an Aztec moon god, a nocturnal hermaphorodite: its shell pattern entices me like a prayer wheel. Without its delicate horns, the shape of a thin tongue,
Cherry

Leipzig

1. Six months after walking out on his wife and kids Robert booked himself a four day weekend supersaver to Leipzig.
Poem of the week

How To Kill A Child

Aleppo, July 2012.
Gold cherry

In the Gardens at Versailles

The shrouded pathway/shadowed with perfume/leads to a forest prayer room/the same room where a blind dauphin/slept as a child, felt/the weather travel beneath his feet.

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