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The washing machine sloshes with a dim, somnolent hum, but that's not it. My heart pumps, blood also sloshes: if I close an ear, I can hear it. That's not it either. I draw breath, try to breathe the light, breathe out the darkness: is this it? Getting closer. Time spent in meditation is time... Continue Reading →
Next weekend marks the start of the May Day bank holiday in the UK, while in other parts of the world we celebrate International Workers' Day or Labour Day. In honour of this, and in recognition of the emergency on planet earth, I will be holding a Sonnet Sunday on 2 May on the theme... Continue Reading →
I’m a pest, I’m a pest, anapestically speakingfor I rhyme every timewithout pausing or breaking each monotonous linewith a flick of the keys:I can drone on for hourswriting stanzas like these; but I like a good metrethat’s as firm as it’s strongand as swiftly rememberedas your best-hated song; so will someone please stop mebefore I’m sent... Continue Reading →
At liberty for the first time in my life:free to just drive and driveor dive into the sea; to live without fearno longer to carehow harshly you judge me. At libertyto stand alone upon a mountain top:I'll stand beside you should you careto join me but I do not fearto go my own way. At libertyfor the... Continue Reading →
Cowering in the cupboard: well I would be if I could emitting a sharp hiss at the slightest approach of danger. Well it’s almost like this:‘Get back!’ I hiss 'And leave me to face the dark side alone, againI didn’t ask for this, but I’ve been given...' ‘There are worse things happen at sea’you say, and so... Continue Reading →
If you’re looking for meI might just bein deep poetic heaventhrough mirror-halled mazesof metaphorsguided by vulture or ravenI’m wandering, wondering sharing your hope and your paindiving the deep seas where trawlershave emptied the oceanseeking out hydrothermal ventswhere life may begin againand I’m screaming ‘stop!’and I hope we’ll wake up from this madnessdeep in poetic heavenit’s hard... Continue Reading →
Here's this week's roundup of micro-poetry for Twitter. There is no poem for Day 94: this was Sonnet Sunday and I was just too busy with sonnets to post a micropoem, but I did post two on Day 93. You may notice that my poems don't get a lot of love on Twitter. This is... Continue Reading →
I don’t mean to complainabout my ruthless uterus but all the same(though I hate to make a fuss)periodically it drives mealmost insane. Ok it’s not reallythe uterus, butthe hormones triggeredby its cycles and not even really thatbut the actions of these hormones on the brain. Why is it always ‘the’ brain anyway?as if to say we... Continue Reading →
Well, I do mean to smile about water;the solution was never ‘You oughtatake more than one glass!'Whysay notif you really did not want to know?Rewind the tape, pleasefast-forward to whereyou losewine-addledflat on your ass! © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved I must be a glutton for punishment... Tonight, Lisa is hosting dVerse Poetics, and has asked us... Continue Reading →
Well, I don't mean to whine about winebut the problem was always 'Why notone glass? Where's the problem with that?''Why not?''Say what?''If you really want to knowplay the tape forwardthen rewindto findun-winedI'm better off.' © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Linda is hosting dVerse Quadrille and has asked us to write a 44-word poem... Continue Reading →
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