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or maybe you outgrew it. Or
Posted on Wed, 31 Jul 2019
or maybe you outgrew it. Or life's lexicon discovered you had been mislabelled all the time
I like this more and more each time I read it. I feel like I am stalking your ideas, though, as there was a flock on the buddleia outside. I don't remember seeing so many before. You convey the feeling of their indomitability/fragility really...
You listen to World Service too! Sometimes cannot sleep al night and it is comforting listening to them talking, knowing they are al awake too. You have conjured the teetering fragile feeling of being very tired and unable to sleep, like an...
brilliant! Particularly with relation to countries and old conflicts, like an arm breaking free of the ties, flailing around. It makes me think of the world now, the hurts of the past reinforcing present troubles, history growing restless, like...
waters flooding everywhere but none that's fit to drink
agree about paraphrases however the water water line is something everyone knows like a nursery rhyme, it's gone beyond being a poem, it's part of the bones of our language now. So...
your poem holds this as its essence, it's so pared down like your feeling was transported out of you without any interference, there's a pure joy in here. Like Jenny, I've known this too, where you feel a huge strength and...
it made me hurt in sympathy, reading. The st of stabbing and stitching, the idea of someone writing their name inside you. "Every door slammed quietly/inside" how you shut yourself in so deep trying to escape feeling
or maybe you outgrew it. Or
Posted on Wed, 31 Jul 2019
or maybe you outgrew it. Or life's lexicon discovered you had been mislabelled all the time
Read full commentPosted in Nameless
"cardinal red
Posted on Thu, 01 Aug 2019
"cardinal red
laced and wired with veins and arteries,
a muscular bomb" this is so vivid!
Read full commentPosted in Rubatosis
I like this more and more
Posted on Wed, 31 Jul 2019
I like this more and more each time I read it. I feel like I am stalking your ideas, though, as there was a flock on the buddleia outside. I don't remember seeing so many before. You convey the feeling of their indomitability/fragility really...
Read full commentPosted in Painted Ladies
You listen to World Service
Posted on Tue, 30 Jul 2019
You listen to World Service too! Sometimes cannot sleep al night and it is comforting listening to them talking, knowing they are al awake too. You have conjured the teetering fragile feeling of being very tired and unable to sleep, like an...
Read full commentPosted in 3am
brilliant! Particularly with
Posted on Mon, 29 Jul 2019
brilliant! Particularly with relation to countries and old conflicts, like an arm breaking free of the ties, flailing around. It makes me think of the world now, the hurts of the past reinforcing present troubles, history growing restless, like...
Read full commentPosted in It should be easy to forget
Oh Jane WOW
Posted on Wed, 03 Jul 2019
Oh Jane WOW
I just read this, can't convey how brilliant sufficiently as don't have time, but WOW
Read full commentPosted in A Man Riding the Tube Train
waters flooding everywhere
Posted on Fri, 21 Jun 2019
waters flooding everywhere but none that's fit to drink
agree about paraphrases however the water water line is something everyone knows like a nursery rhyme, it's gone beyond being a poem, it's part of the bones of our language now. So...
Read full commentPosted in The Plastic Mariner
wow, that really conveys a
Posted on Wed, 12 Jun 2019
wow, that really conveys a fierce sea! "Feral roaring" is fantastic
Read full commentPosted in The Ocean
"I love it"
Posted on Fri, 07 Jun 2019
"I love it"
your poem holds this as its essence, it's so pared down like your feeling was transported out of you without any interference, there's a pure joy in here. Like Jenny, I've known this too, where you feel a huge strength and...
Read full commentPosted in Plaza
it made me hurt in sympathy,
Posted on Mon, 03 Jun 2019
it made me hurt in sympathy, reading. The st of stabbing and stitching, the idea of someone writing their name inside you. "Every door slammed quietly/inside" how you shut yourself in so deep trying to escape feeling
Read full commentPosted in Dark Rooms
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