Never Let Me Go
Never Let Me Go Sinister skies snarl from a distance; We all shiver in our best shoes. One shadowy …
Category Archives: Poetry – Iambic Rhythms from the Aether and the Cloud.
Rolling Up the Wall
The accumulator calumniator: A spender in dark mottled splendour Which has coined a thousand phrases Drops — never has it …
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 …
