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jen

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About Me

Imagine what you like, I do

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Long and short pigs; the good people of Mexico, Cuba and Brazil; a host of angels or better still Jesus or God or Allah, but not fussy; Gil Scott-Heron and Joni Mitchell and Nicolai Dunger and all my musical heroes; someone who can go there with me; Rob Bryden; and the person responsible for the music under the bridge in Hotwells. Oh and some publishers.

My Blog

poem -- eristic perch

eRISTIC pERCH You stole my metaphor; stole itAnd put it in your mouth Like it was chewing gum.And now it's stuck there on that scrapLaying on your flat-packed tree,In which a dumb parrot, with broken ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 07:18:00 GMT

Poem

    Tonight we sleep under thick, matt canvas Smooth as rock pool pebble glass Wood pinned and creaking and Billowing gently like belcalmed ships' sails Ready for the gloamin And the heavy ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 01:47:00 GMT

Folk Tale, Parts I, II & III

Kitty and the Clasped ChestThere was a fiend from far beneath the murky break Of Avonmouth, who coveted the happiness Of carefree girls above, and so devised to takeAnd hide their joy. Such was his ta...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 17:26:00 GMT

short story about a mexican priest

[On the preceding page, a long exposure photo, the subject of which is faintly discernable.] Snakes, Birds, Cactus Ladders   The sunset spills itself on the sand as the old priest motors South fro...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:48:00 GMT

Short Story About Fish

Clare and Russellthis could be a true storyOr Those Who Would Prefer to be Fish    If you get the opportunity to go to the Hoijin building in Hong Kong, you will see why it is famed fo...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 04:24:00 GMT

Purgatory

    Stretched spiritless hours. Rather he'd be pitchInside a nightmare, than his history. Above and around him gross shadows stitch          ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 03:43:00 GMT

Villanelle

For each fresh page the page before is traced--For legacies of his last letters thrillBy cut and paste. (His lover is replaced.)What a waste to lose a line! If not effaced He'll use again, as what is ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 14:39:00 GMT

Sonnet: Daphne to Apollo, Before the Chase

How is it I could come within the height     Of your hand and eye? I'd have thought you'd stay    In range of easy targets, who'd displayThemselves direct and level with ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 14:29:00 GMT

Sonnet--Geometry

It's quite beyond me how we came to be,And how, right now, we came together here,But something bout it seems, reflectively,The way the stony elements cohere In earth, and how in turn the earth shapes...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 10:39:00 GMT