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the cuckoo is split - the image, cracked - so its easy to imagine our masters do tell us what we confidentially inside their saying what ‘th...

" . . . . something frightening lurks in the song of birds precisely because it is not a song but obeys the spell in which it is emeshe...

‘she got him up upon her back’ ‘I intend here to drown you’ a stranger, perhaps weirds had reckoned them - his lily-white hands, the only tr...

I'm quite pleased. its 90 pages long and fits happily in yr coat pocket, so you can read it aloud to people on public transport. you can...

as I was out walking our musical voices split to a single chord - reference code - insert seizure - unavailable - insert hope & love a l...

Here and here some excellent visual poetry . . . . also, The Reality Street Book of Sonnets is out. Congratulations to Jeff, who for some...