Looking for a hook on which to hang my hopesexpectantly I hung my hopes on you;looking for a spot on which to fix my dreamsfixatedly, I obsessed over you: ‘What can I do, I’m falling?’My refrain:‘Let everything fall downfor I’m in love.’ Looking for a place to call my ownI told myself I’d found that... Continue Reading →
"I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf" - Paul Dunbar, The Paradox Young at heart, though old in bodysound in mind, though oftentimes insanein my dreaming, bound by dreams which set me freeback to the beginning, bent like a young birch treeover the water, on the pivot of a divenature's daughter,... Continue Reading →
"For nature then(The coarser pleasures of my boyish daysAnd their glad animal movements all gone by)To me was all in all.—I cannot paintWhat then I was." - Wordsworth, 'Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798' *** *** The Lake District mountains... Continue Reading →
It's summertime Down Under, and Don is having some trouble with fans trying to crash the FCS compound. Luckily, his mate Skip (pictured) provides security at FCS so that Don can focus on what he does best: writing poetry. Ain't no one getting past this marsupial... The Journey I've just been on a journeyTo farewell... Continue Reading →
How I wish for this dark night of the human soul to be over, and for all of thefossil fuels to stay underthe ground so that wemay not become part of the fossil record just yet:I wish to reserve this privilege fora later date... © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved I've had enough... Of all the... Continue Reading →
This week I would like to give a special shout out to my blogging friend and fellow poet David Ben Alexander. He deserves a special mention because, like me, he has posted a poem every day for the past 7 weeks! We are the marathon runners of this challenge and if it's not always fun,... Continue Reading →
As promised, here is a video of me reading the poem 'Barcelona in my dreams.' It is by no means a professional reading or recording, but will hopefully give some idea of how the poem should sound. https://youtu.be/3CynWyNK_aM Also please forgive my pronunciation of Spanish and Catalan words: we British are not renowned for being... Continue Reading →
I recently had the privilege and pleasure of reading Ivor's manuscript for his forthcoming poetry collection, Tullawalla. The book is released on 30.03.21 and is available for pre-order from Barnes and Noble. I am very excited to have been involved in this project and wish Ivor every success with his book launch! You can read... Continue Reading →
I am liquid golden lightstreaming through your winter-windowin an arc across the canvas of the sky. I am airbrush particulate of golden lightsuspended in the airaspirating here and therethe song of early spring. I am golden light in shafts of summerfalling through a Mediterranean gardennot my own. I am the light you ownthe light withinthat's... Continue Reading →
Jellyfish jamsugar-coated with spam‘But I’m already dead’the jellyfish said: 'I’m your mushroom-cloudpolyurethane shroudand I’m blooming without while within there’s a drought and it isn’t your fault;it was never your fault:you were such a success populating this mess but I’m taking my leavethere’ll be time yet to grievefor my kind when we're goneand the ocean's forlorn. But your... Continue Reading →
