Voices #93 (final): then set a spell

This has been a most rewarding series to present. Thank you for reading. a cup of tea come turn the lamp on I saw a book somewhere as well the evening might be made quite cosy pour your cup set a spell ~ Poem #93 from a series of poems heard while on a visit …

Voices #92: then too soon

once more outside to heave the gates all of these things can wait as well evening comes a warming fire my brandy the morning? too soon again will come the call ~ Poem #92 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices …

Voices #91: another day

say goodbye we come toward the end all these voices will soon be stilled close the door by-and-by you will home while we will again another day ~ Poem #91 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the Trash (and …

Voices #90: thick and slow

‘scuse me drooping I have seen my better days I grow weary dirt accumulates I am thick and slow and tired ~ Poem #90 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the Trash (and the Treasure).

Voices #89: only a hawser

take no notice of that old twine he dreams of a use that has long escaped him a hawser loop for some old scow that’s as much as the likes of he will ever attain ~ Poem #89 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and …

Voices #88: the dangle

plait me hemp into a rope twist a braid then a slipknot first the drop then the dangle ~ Poem #88 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the Trash (and the Treasure).

Voices #87: a shoelace?

weddings … parties … we are good for anything pick a colour choose a length choose us thin choose us fat wide-boy is back in style perhaps a shoelace? ~ Poem #86 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the …

Voices #86: an Atwood

I am an Atwood machine I am dynamic I am accelerational sen- sational there is nothing like an Atwood ~ Poem #85 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the Trash (and the Treasure).

Voices #85: rack me

rack me up rack me up and hang me even though I’ve done no crime stretch me out stretch me out then irons me if I’m guilty better let me do my time ~ Poem #84 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together …

Voices #84: round

sometimes it’s just round and around sometimes we know the way by compass latitude and longitude or a wheel to turn us ~ Poem #84 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: Voices in the Trash (and the Treasure). Back to Voices …