First New Poem Posted in a While.

I haven’t been posting a lot on my blog for a number of reasons. I have been writing a lot but I am not trusting the work at the moment. It feels like it is going in its own direction and there is so much of it that is where my poetry is headed. For now I will keep writing and try to trust my voice.



10th September 2017

last night sunburned and soaked in red wine to wash away the blood images I dreamed my first love took me back my neuroses never made him leave and all our problems were erased. I did not love the last man to share my bed he has let me down I didn’t trust my unruly mind and heart. I am not lonely my mind and time are free I have poetry and the love of friends. My skin holds the sea scent.  The moon is bright from the lurching train window as we pass Diss like some polished stone and waning like my opinion of him. The sun the last few days has cauterised my feelings. This is one of a handful of poems he has found his way into I have been more inspired by shorter dalliances. I will read and sing and keep moving my pen.

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Flim Nite Mulholland Drive

Another excellent Flim Nite at Three Minute Theatre where a film is retold by comedy music and art and below is my contribution as usual sculpted/erased from a review by the late great Roger Ebert. Laura Elena Harring as Rita Justin Theroux as Adam Kesher Ann Miller Vincenzo as Coco Lenoix Dan Hedaya as Castiglioni Rita Taggart as Linney James Written and Directed by David Lynch Drama, Mystery, Romance, Thriller Rated R For Violence, Language. Nudity and Sexuality 146 minutes |  Roger Ebert October 12, 2001   |   18

Now that he’s arrived there I forgive him At last his experiment doesn’t shatter the test tubes. the less sense it makes, the more we can’t stop watching it. So sexy you’d swear this was a 1970s movie, Having told you all of that, I’ve basically explained nothing, nothing leads anywhere, and that’s even before the characters start to fracture and recombine like flesh caught in a kaleidoscope. There is no explanation. There may not even be a mystery There is nothing that is intended to be a waking moment. Like real dreams, it does not explain, does not complete its sequences, lingers over what it finds fascinating, dismisses unpromising plotlines. Doesn’t feel incomplete because it could never be complete–closure is not a goal. Embodying Hollywood archetypes, slinky and voluptuous in clinging gowns, This is a movie to surrender yourself to. If you require logic, see something else, works directly on the emotions, like music. The way you know the movie is over is that it ends. And then you tell a friend, “I saw the weirdest movie last night.” Just like you tell them you had the weirdest dream.

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Day 2 Poem

Today’s was to do a poem in the style of a recipe I have sort of done that. Check out the prompt here:


I make toad in the hole from be-ro cookbook

My step-fahter learned how to make scones from

There are sausages in the fridge and

I am trying to give the kind of sense memory

That can only come from a meal you have eaten

Cooked and known your whole life


I wake Mother from her nap to ask what

A ‘’hot oven’’ means this cook book in

Black and white predates Celsius and gas marks

I set the oven and the ceramic dish with oil

To heat up while I make the batter


less trouble there an egg is always an egg

I worry over my toad that it will not rise

Will come out rubbery and thin

Set the timer set into the oven and wait


It comes out perfectly risen and golden

And he finds it delicious with onions and gravy


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Naprowrimo Day 1

Starting the Napowrimo journey again! Didn’t fancy the prompt so just wrote.


I cannot understand so many unkindnesses

Feeling intensely brings both poetry and pain

There was no rain today the sun hurt my eyes

I have been taking zopiclone to bring sleep

wake from endless dreams tasting metal



I can understand what a sewing machine tells me

How to rethread it so the thread will not break

A long straight seam is meditative like putting

One foot in front of another like pedalling a bike

A stitch and a breath a stitch and a breath

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Advice for Today


Truths for today

it is hard to give a shit about anything when it is raining in your flat

it is hard to give a shit about anything after four hours sleep and extra Susie Q

poetry matters however hard the sedatives make it to push this pen I have to keep it moving it insists on writing

women’s poetry matters women’s stories about their broken minds matter the stories your broken mind tells matter

it is hard to give a shit about anything when you think you have skin cancer and your face will not stop fucking tingling and let you sleep

you are a hypochondriac who avoids the Dr

you have spent more hours raising your cortisol levels by worrying than you have spent smoking and you used to have an ashtray next to your bed

traffic noise does not despoil the trees or mask birdsong entirely

wear your sunglasses it is better to look weird in winter than feel like a mole with peephole eyes

the heaviest books are guaranteed to be of the least use

feeling mud on your heels makes you feel the thaw of winter there is sun there is mud there is change

you can write

self doubt wastes everyone’s time

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Flim Night Die Hard Tryptych

I did three sculpted poems for tonight’s Flim, a cabaret night where a film is retold in various artforms. In my usual mode I sculpted these poems from film reviews by Roger Ebert.

DIE HARD (1988) 2 star review Rated R 132 minutes|  Roger Ebert July 15, 1988   |

The idea has a certain allure to it: He is all that stands between them and their brains and a personality, and you’ve got a movie. shortly after makes his surprise entrance well-dressed and has a neatly trimmed beard and talks like an intellectual and thinks he is superior to the riffraff he has to associate with. He has a plan that has been devised with clockwork precision On a technical level, there’s a lot to be It’s when we get to some of the unnecessary adornments. As nearly as I can tell, only one purpose: to be consistently wrong at every step of the way. Thrillers like this need to be well-oiled machines, with not a single wasted moment. Inappropriate and wrongheaded interruptions reveal the fragile nature of the plot and prevent it from working.With him, it’s a mess, and that’s a shame, Here’s a suggestion for thrillermakers: You can’t go wrong if all of the characters in your movie are at least as intelligent as most of the characters in your audience.

DIE HARD 2: DIE HARDER (1990) 4 and ½ stars Rated R 124 minutes |  Roger Ebert July 3, 1990   |

enters in a decathlon of violence, and he places first in every event, including fighting with the authorities., that I categorize as Bruised Forearm Movies, because when the movie is over your forearm is black-and-blue from where your date has grabbed it during the moments of suspense. Maybe because he combines a relatively athletic physique with the appearance and manner of Everyman. Here is a man who will not give up, who will not admit defeat, who doggedly carries on in the face of adversity., there is no choice. After all: “My wife is on that plane’’ so skillfully constructed   develops a momentum that carries it past several credibility gaps. Would anyone have the means Even if he does bear an uncanny resemblance to Fidel Castro? On the other hand, I don’t care. during a summer when violence and mayhem are allowed to substitute for imagination and good writing, this is an especially well-crafted picture. It tells a story we can identify with, has a lot of interesting supporting characters, handles the action sequences with calm precision, and has a couple of scenes that are worth writing home about. This is a feature that will be severely edited before it becomes an in-flight movie. Watching the plane burst into flames on a runway, I knew intellectually that I was watching special effects, probably a fairly large and detailed model photographed in slow motion. But no matter. love it when a director finds a new way to show me something. has taken Hollywood commercial moviemaking, shaken it and given it new energy. They did the right thing: This is terrific entertainment.

DIE HARD WITH A VENGEANCE (1995) Rated R For Strong Violence and Pervasive Strong Language 130 minutes |  Roger Ebert May 19, 1995   |  3 stars

Now there are movies that are essentially nothing but sensational stunt sequences, one after another, each one a feat of staging, until we’re reeling in our seats from input overload. the kind of movie where, toward the end, you start looking for the kitchen sink. “Does this mean I’m back on active duty?” I heard knowledgeable chuckles in the audience from those who appreciate the fine old traditions, such as that all hero cops are rogues who are either under suspension or heading for it. ordering him to stand on a Harlem street corner wearing a sandwich board bearing a motto that one would particularly hope not to be wearing in Harlem. seems to be everywhere and see everything, He has a purpose behind his behavior, it turns out he has a motive for singling out even has to decide which wires to snip. (There could be a little film festival on one of the cable channels, consisting of scenes where experts defuse bombs.) The motivation is ingenious, and I will not discuss it, uses a certain clipped precision of speech that makes everything he says sound basically a wind-up action toy, cleverly made, and delivered with high energy. That seems to me like a sane response.



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A Poem in Spite of Things

The upstairs flat’s bathroom has sprung two leaks again

and later at the university water falls from up above

I can only think I am an urban water nymph and my

volume of tears has brought forth water from plaster

cycling here the rain from the sky which lightly misted

and as it warmed on my face it fell and joined the fog

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