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Dominic

About Me

Hey you! This is where poems meet fruit meets electro meets acoustica in tall top hats and velvet jackets

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Member Since: 24/07/2007
Band Website: dominicberry.net
Band Members: Dominic co-hosts greenroom theatre's monthly poetry open mic FREED UP- see upcoming gigs for future FREED UP dates. His first book of poetry, 'TOMORROW, I WILL GO DANCING', is now available through flapjack press via amazon, the mucusart website (put in a google search for flapjack press!) a number of small bookshops across Britain and of course at any of the listed gigs!
Sounds Like: manchester queer vegan poet
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Dominic Berry: Debut book London Launch

http://listings.thelondonpaper.com/title/dominic-b... Big Green Bookshop is hosting this 1 Brampton Park Road, London, London, N22 6BG Nearest station is Tube: Wood Green/Turnpike Lane 020 8881 676...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 00:42:00 GMT

POEM: Green As The Fields

Green as the FieldsI see a farmyard hen, inquisitive, friendly,maybe not cute as a kitten or puppy.All of her summers are sunny side up,roasting in the great outdoors.I see her, scratching, for a seed...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 20:22:00 GMT

POEM: My Favourite Meals

My Favourite MealsMy favourite meals come sudden,speed of forest fire.Sparks attack with a whip's crack as onions hit the pan.I never plan. I think they make themselves.Feels like my hands are guided,...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 15:00:00 GMT

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Posted by on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 07:03:00 GMT

POEM Sellotape Smile

Sellotape a smile on to seal the holes behind the folds. Sellotape a smile. Always keep a broken face intact. Sellotape a smile. When the residue seeps through smiles peel, feel tacky, quickly, crack ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 00:30:00 GMT

POEM Do You See This Night?

Do you see this night? Towering, ancient sour dream tree of petrified tears. For years, this nighthas blocked all hope of sunrise.This night is solid wood but I am going to break its branches. This ni...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 20:53:00 GMT

POEM Diamonds

We are rings without stone. Rich belong to rich. Diamonds are mean clean jewels for tidy, shiny families. Diamonds, a boy's worst friend. They're forever reminding what we'll never be. Lingering finge...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 12:21:00 GMT