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July 7, 2010 at 6:36 am ( journal. The journal is useless and i’ve largely stopped submitting poems abroad. July 4, 2010 at 3:52 am ( draft. There are commonalities between us,. I say ‘you know when…’. And you nod- we connect. It is this that reassures my. But nothing can reassure me. Not here, not when i stop. Acting intrinsically, when. My parachute is up and i’m. A complete lack of faith. In action, reaction, anything passing. Through tangentially- and its all tangential. My pen unmasks me. There&#821...

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shell | Wordhome's Blog

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September 26, 2010 at 4:16 pm ( poetry. As a representative of myself;. In a segmented and beery crowd. Like any delegate will understand,. The intervals are painful to bear. But the action is an honour to witness. Wrapped up in skin, clothes and sweat. I am invisible;. Though i sense the uplift, the beat,. The highs and lows leading to bridges. And finishes on major chords. On my own shoulders. I have the best view in the room. Of the sun-setting prop,. And the bottles of alcohol,. Half drunk on the amps.

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attraction/repulsion | Wordhome's Blog

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February 17, 2011 at 7:55 pm ( poetry. This alleyway is obscured. In the fog of vaporised pulp fiction. A microcosm of children. And drinking imported liquor. In a glass ball,. Which could be bought in a tourist shop. At any moment it’s not absurd. To expect to see. A camera on a trolley rolling past,. Effortlessly capturing the haughty looks. Of the communal solipsists. The idea that this place. Is not a movie set, or an asylum,. Or an organised mimic of ‘alice in wonderland’. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

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meta-sketch | Wordhome's Blog

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August 22, 2010 at 11:37 pm ( poetry. So i come over to your table. at first you don’t notice. i’m subtle. when you do you ignore me with mesmerizing profundity. i sit opposite you, reach across the table and with my purple hands, gently open your clenched jaw, feeling the wet underside of your lips. my hand, like a bomb, rests on your tongue and you’re really crying now. I withdraw, pay for my coffee and leave. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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the lunatic’s memory | Wordhome's Blog

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The lunatic’s memory. January 30, 2011 at 6:59 pm ( poetry. Curled up inside a coil of light,. He steers the spiral with hallucinations. Along a barely glimpsed trajectory. That’s how these evenings happen,. Eyed through a multifocal castle,. As he curses and laughs,. Pacing behind stained glass windows,. The syncopater on the mantlepiece. The memories he has. He gathers on a table,. To watch them seep blood. Into shapes of tears. He gathers the tears into his lap. And wonders why he brought them out.

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slip | Wordhome's Blog

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April 7, 2011 at 4:05 am ( poetry. Or showering after swallowing. With the consistency of smoke,. Then ending up in the rain. Rubbing up against a concrete pillow,. A glass bottle blanket. And then getting colder. And the wetness getting louder,. The grey getting softer. Through glazed, heavy lids. Then falling, or rising. Without being lifted,. On fire in certain parts. Like the nape of the neck. Laughing like acting,. Carrying into the ceiling. Beyond even the theatre-screen,. April 9, 2011 at 10:20 pm.

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dreamt it was raining | Wordhome's Blog

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Dreamt it was raining. January 15, 2011 at 2:32 am ( poetry. Hands over his eyes. Palms upon his cheekbones,. Slips away, left hanging. Infront of him, hands cupped. Eyes stay open as rain. Falls in, rolls down. His neck, riding those nerves. Most conscious of the cold. Time is halved. every thought. Seems so well thought through. A hand, a wet hand, white. And blue from cold on his shoulder. Drops his cupped hands,. Turns around and falls into. An embrace in the rain,. He stood still for so long,. Notif...

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The Furry Dragon Beast. July 2, 2015 · 10:07 am. Furry Dragon Beast #2. Sorry for the hiatus (more of that later.)! We left Cricket she had managed to climb onto Hoot’s back and was flying on the back of her furry dragon beast! 8230;I rolled over and threw an arm up over his back and grabbed the biggest handful of flesh and fur I could and heaved. We teetered for a moment and then I felt Hoot crouch closer to the floor and then lift up slowly and I went with him! I can speak furry dragon beast! I look ar...

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The Furry Dragon Beast | into the quiet

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Furry Dragon Beast #2 →. May 27, 2015 · 5:34 am. The Furry Dragon Beast. I’m telling Hoot about Iris pooping in the toilet like a real person and he seems very interested. His tail is swishing and I’m pretty sure soon it will swish right through those bars and I’ll be able to pull it. Pulling Hoot’s tail is perhaps the greatest discovery of all discoveries, because – are you sitting down? It moves all by itself! I think it’d be so much more fun. And then Grandma held ME over the toilet! Can I pull it?

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