Rolling Up the Wall
The accumulator calumniator: A spender in dark mottled splendour Which has coined a thousand phrases Drops — never has it …
Category Archives: Poetry – Iambic Rhythms from the Aether and the Cloud.
Mine
Mine. Step in for a moment, The time it takes, The multiple seconds (Perhaps repeated, If you’re feeling generous Or …
Topographical Depiction of the Heart
Ensnared . . . she gradually slowed to an oscitant still Midst the streaming and teeming of crowds that did …
High Solace Nation
A Cloud with a girl midst its mist Played isolative tunes and got pissed; Her pogo and wobble Could make …
To Trachea Illuminati
Rather than go dark, my muse decided (never asks Esme mind, just strikes when I’m not looking. Cheeky sod) to …
This Brutal Passion
Nostril flares pair with platform brows moshing in uniform parallel to sonic unison the admiration addicts perch all Parka’ed up …
Simulcast Fragment – 1825210005 – Lucian E. Fabble – The Ghost of Your Writer
The following letter and subsequent verses were found by rail guard Lucian E. Fabble on the first day of November …
The Hold
The Hold. My shipped mate — the swarthy book an’ ear, Nine tails whip from slide to schlong, Cat’s tongue-tied, …
The Ill-advised Musings of a Svengali Surgeon
He said . . . I will make you my Helen of Troy, dearest one, Disguise the crow’s …
Common has Muck and Decency in tow . . .
Word Up It’s packed in here. I can’t actually see Packed because, true to his name, he’s in the …
An Ancient Panic Etched
Pigeonholed. Pigeonholed, He can hardly move. One of his greatest fears materialised . . . The transpired terror. A foot …
Landlocked
Landlocked This land is: Our land, Island, Argh-land, Ireland . . . The ampersand land of Fathers afore, & …
The World in Her Eyes (Or: Joseema’s Orientation)
The World in Her Eyes (Or: Joseema’s Orientation) She knows a man who looks like you: A greengrocer on Worsely …
From Fear to Eternity (Or: The Ballad of Elsie & Jack)
At last the time had come, to bridge a vast and curious gap, One thousand miles its span, two paramours …
Edward’s Reprise
Never the Twain Swains
The silent, stealthy suspect Loiters, lickerish-like, whilst lounging, Lusting lovingly at the lady’s Largifical, luscious loins. He longs but will …
Works of Fire
Sullied pale petals Rust-edged with risk Drift slow with intention — Hem to fingers brisk On coppery bottoms Mounds swathed …
Melding a Small Cache of Electric, Eclectic Synapses
Tin Can Communication — Heart to Heart by Esmeralda Cloud The first blast came from nowhere, To her heart . …
Racy Alternation
Racy Alternation Spellbound storm rider, Balls clipped to cleats; I’ve got time on my side, For my feet fly so …
The Idiom Meridian
I catch your eye, And hold it a second; Then let it ping back into place. A fat orb of …
Quite Something
She could sense everything Throughout the aether From ear to eternity’s horizon, To the Empyrian Gate. And consequently . . …
So it Goes.
In a faraway land, umpteen moons ago, Fishwives tongues set the world aglow; Igniting with rumours a rife paradigm, Peradventure …
Just One Solitary Click Left in the Tank.
A Clean Sweep On darker days her toes will curl, Flex, flare, then slowly (but surely) they fasten One …
The Plan
A warm offering from Esme for V-day, one which has some elements of the following within: Everyone should have the …
