The Sweet Smell – of new books!

I am quite, quite delighted to share my new arrivals. Over the Seasonal break I was busy formatting work like crazy. For the sheer excitement of it, I decided to play with new size and structure (and look) for Seventeen Syllable Poetry work. New Books - the first of 2022! 17/01/2022 So, what have we …

Back to ‘Dream Hospital’ – so much fun!

I've been having a marvellous time today. I decided that I needed to revisit my Bachelard-derived poems, in particular the Seventeen Syllable work that I'd done, with a view to getting it publication ready. Long story short, I think I have ome book worth of Seventeens ready to go. The poems I've identified all come …

an air of punishment

the judge addressed himfrom behindthe bench your trialis now concluded it has shownwithout a doubtthat you are guiltyas accused it falls nowto this courtto pronounce sentence with regard to elementwe have determined: air with regard to the natureof that airit shall be: heavy you are sentencedto go forthcarrying with youa personal surroundingof your punishment worn …

naturans : naturata

it is what it must be and is itself enough it does what it must do because it is what it is would you have it be something else what would it become then would it do a thing some any thing that it didn’t need to do because of what it had become it …

sniffing the scent of a literary flower

I read in a book about a flower with a perfume as strong as summer and though I searched through pages by the score and sniffed at all the tomes in all the libraries and their shelves yellowed stacks of first editions I sniffed yes but never smelled the flower that I once read described …

light up

he is conscious in his dream of trying to dream up of trying to resist the weight of dreaming down and he wondered is this sane for remaining aware while being within a dream he couldn’t understand not really but he thought weightless thoughts he thought wings he thought up-draughts and circlings ever higher he …

from a low point

there is no long or short there is only vertical only eternity that's how far how deep his axis runs in his sleep it is only down when he wakes it is with no up and every night he starts again but this time from a low point a lower point then down again will …

moments in descent

moments yes he had moments when it felt like he was flying as though he was kin to the great birds though he had no power to circle and no power to rise only the power to fall moments he had moments too when he felt he had been that he would be falling forever …

speed unburdened

falling he had been falling now a long time that is how it seemed though he could not rightly recall when how his fall had begun suddenly it seemed he was in motion had always been in motion it may have been an illusion but he felt that he was falling faster now than when …

the weight let go

he fell because he must there was a point when the weight of himself what he had done who he had been all that he'd felt the things he concealed every love he'd had every hate all added up to more ounce and more pound than a man this man could stand he fell all …