Day 350
Naming I remember reading about structuralism, de Saussure, and outdated notions about how different parts of language fitted one into the other to make meaning. Then turned the pages to… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
Day 348
FROZEN The Thames is not frozen. No fear of breaking through Into the water by making a friend Of the treacherous ice. The sun Paints a gentle shine over the… Continue Reading
Day 345
Bunkers Hill To crest the road here Is to risk losing your balance, And to skid down the remorseless Slope with no control nor hold, And even to descend upright… Continue Reading
Day 344
Treasure December. Rigid humidity. Taut webs. The bodies Nowhere to be found. No eight-limbed skeletons. The dark paths. Raw swamps Of unborn snow. Cracked sculptures In white and edges. Finality…. Continue Reading
Day 342
Ruined Summer ruined the medlars While we revelled in the heat Naked and smothered in sweat, Their leaves drowned in the sun And their roots suffocated in drought. Autumn came,… Continue Reading
Day 341
check mate the pieces the square two-dimensional in plane three to touch and sight scent and sense monochrome puppets asleep in a wooden box without holes to breathe would it… Continue Reading
Day 339
quarter this darkest quarter the axis the wrong orientation out to kuiper frozen star interrupted the blinds undone a temptation of colours the only light where night was day this… Continue Reading
Day 338
THE MOTHER OF DEMOCRACY Who has stolen my hours, My fountain, my ink, my words? Precious little light, and the candles Sputter in the low mist on The brow of… Continue Reading
Day 333
ANGLIA SQUARE The irony of the undertaker called Stork, The slide of the street into the city, The Square under the flyover That’s not a square, and where the Buses… Continue Reading
Day 330
PRETENDING I pretended for two months That I’d never been in love. I handed her prosecco With my hand in a white glove. I tried to make her want me… Continue Reading