Infiltrate
INFILTRATE after Sun Tzu He waits and watches Until the bodies of his enemies Float past, on down the gentle River out to sea. The bloated Stench of them satisfies… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Carved
That night, I carved strange symbols Into my skin, The asymmetry of my mind Becoming strangely Geometrically ordered shapes On my forearms, The only part of my body I ever… Continue Reading
Radioland
The day before yesterday was the end of an era. It was the last ever Stephen Bumfrey show on BBC Radio Norfolk. I was fortunate enough to be asked to… Continue Reading
One Month Later
One month later, the rucksack Is still not unpacked, my backlog Of poetry and fiction still digital, Untranscribed to hand, dreams Left to moulder in sterile boxes Of electrics. The… Continue Reading
Zikaden II/Cicadas II
Ein neuer Tag. Die Zikaden surren im Friedhof. Heute ist Beerdigung, und ein Altes Leben muss gefeiert werden. Dem Tod wird kein Wort gegeben. Die Kerzen sind in der Sonne… Continue Reading
Zikaden/Cicadas
Die Zikaden schweigen im Schatten. Der Tag war lang und schwer. Der Wind ist zu warm. Hier am Friedhof beim Meer Sind die Bäume weiß bemalt. Die Farbe schmilzt in… Continue Reading
177/2023
She was Powerless to Overcome her Neverending Tenderness for A man Never Entirely happy Or at ease Under the Spite of his mind. Coming to her Overcame his Madness for… Continue Reading
176/2023
Nature’s revenge is a tool of precision. It wraps itself around the poor plans of Men and women who think they Have outwitted her with modern things. Innovation without a… Continue Reading
175/2023
The ground of the rebellion forest Is thick with age, Kett’s footsteps Long gone under the layers of Time passed, the hollows more Shallow now than then. In the Middle… Continue Reading
174/2023
Happiness is not my natural habitat. I have often been there, inside that Jungle, but found it too luscious, too Wild, too unpredictable and inconsistent, And retreated beyond its boundaries… Continue Reading