in the Holy Trinity –
in the Holy Trinity –
5′ 2 frame
just won’t do.
I could be
invisible wall /
this is my final warning /
I will climb over
(See Arwen Flowers’ Invisible Wall)
Stokes Croft (rap/hip-hop style)
My hat I doff
to the folks
of Stoke’s Croft.
Big on street art –
from the heart.
Form a republic,
people come together,
Tesco get drop kicked.
now art objects
for Stokes’ bards.
Inclusive society –
leave alone the drunks –
Stokes Croft is free.
Tetbury (Byronic style)
Master of his dominion, so adept,
dandying up the dainty Chipping Steps.
Takes his favourite seat at the Snooty Fox,
when newcomers’ arrival his eyes clock.
Silent posture marks his territory –
eyes gaze on females so predatory.
Puffing his chest out and straightening his back,
his bombastic nature hides what he lacks.
Proudly wearing Tetbury Tailor tweed –
class exhibition is clearly his need.
He is the huntsman, they are the quarry,
makes these anxious guests leave in a hurry.
Conservative and local: he belongs –
they’re not welcome, they sing another song.
Like Winston Smith, I look for hope enough,
and dream: “If there’s hope, it lies in Stokes Croft”.
our tangled limbs /
and your beautiful skin /
Newport Wetlands /
power station backdrop /
(on the making of an Emily Dickinson film)
Dainty Daisy hands
crafting a poem
glue and Bible words.
to the 1940s
in the 21st century.
Now she’s dancing –
in her gestures
rhythm and movement,
just as in her words.
Is she dancing
Or a dance
the actress is
beginning to lock.
Where magic and pen meet.
Something poetic and intensely creepy
Keep it Rolling...
Embrace your unrestricted nature and surrender your soul to the power of the invincible…
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
Tracking retractions as a window into the scientific process
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
we were born naked onto the page of existence; with nothing but the pen of our soul to write ourselves into eternal ecstasy ~ DreamingBear Baraka Kanaan
Critical analysis of scholarly open-access publishing
Get your poison, love.
Contemplations expressed through the written word...
dispatches from Mother Earth
Apophenia and creativity in poetry
Writing Fiction by Installment
musings of a self-proclaimed weirdo
Poetry by Walter Marks
My life in a snapshot
"We're all out there, somewhere, waiting to happen."
Thinking, writing, thinking about writing...
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Poet (of sorts). I'm hiding behind your curtains.
The Musings of N. E. Skull
Poet playing in the bowels of vowels and kicking across consonants, I run roughshod through uncooperative words and strike an inking rhyme or two. Copyright © 2012-2014 Tiffany Coffman All Rights Reserved
"This is just the kind of sense that's... not."
A work in progress
Museum of Documentary and Fiction
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
Poetry from a Dublin Scientist
You can't break up with a soul mate
Writings and Witterings
Poetry is the Mother of Necessity
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Jeremiah Walton writes poetry + performs spoken word across the US w. a traveling bookstore. Currently, in Tucson, AZ.
The literary works of Kevin Connelly, poetry, fiction, prose and photography
Poetry. Travel. Et cetera.
The Total Book Experience
Poetry by David Eric Cummins