A visual piece of experimental poetry about free will, programming and chaos.
There is no escape from this skin, she said [...]
Hard-earned solitude found in denial [...]
The fourth and final instalment of The Wastnesse, a sequence of 36 sonnets on the topics of love, death, and disaster.
cobwebbed hand, arched [...]
I have been down to the river, she said [...]
Decaye: An Observation (11th December 2019) There is ne’re a face I stand to seeIn the city side-streets, and undergroundIt’s all the worse, where shades hangFrom every wall, and violence begetsNothing but a slight, disapproving glance. [Embankment, 6:53am] A figure slumped at disattentOn the platform; drowned not by onlookers:Crack pipe — erstwhile bottle — in…
As crossing like six boundaries what is wrong [...]
Stretch sylphlike-aërial into the airwaves [...]
Every street a gentle reminder of lovely death— [...]