You can’t get there by thinking. You can only wait it out, fake your faith, flop like a lung beside your other – taking in the same air as if you had no names, watch flowers collapse and turn soggy feel the mulch rise up in your bronchi You can’t think your way there but one day you’ll wake…
Play with my hair
If it was a learnable skill, I’d show you how. That it starts from the nape, a tug from the roots out, fingers hooked into ends of questions. That it’s not sexual. It’s only the blood and guts of childhood. The sweep of your mother as she puts you in bunches. The half sun of autumn assembly. Girls lined up like…
Nth Entities by Anna Le & Phil Manzanera
This beautiful album is now on Spotify. It’s a collaboration between kickass poet (and my girlfriend), Anna Le and Roxy Music guitar legend, Phil Manzanera. If you didn’t get a copy when it first came out, you can listen to it right here…
Fake poem
Niall O’Sullivan‘s started a blog of fake poems (as well as editing my pamphlet, hosting London’s premier open mic night, teaching at London Met University, being a full-time dad and writing a few poems). My fake poem, The Smile, appears here. What’s a fake poem? Here’s what it says in the blog’s About section: when we say a poem is a “fake…
1.21 Gigawatts
Steal plutonium from Libyan terrorists. Leave them a shoddy bomb casing stuffed with the guts of an old pinball machine. Take me to your bed sweats and dead end stories that get lost and end up in Morden. Take me back to the future we’ll never have. Give me ornamental sheep and waterlogged teeth so our kisses…
This
Post in which I have a poem in…
I’m in Issue 2 of the quite beautiful Poems in Which, curated by two very talented poets: Amy Key and Nia Davies. All poems in the journal were written specifically for it, and have a title that begins, ‘Poem in which…’ Mine is here.
