Monthly Archives: January 2013

Another Mislaid Arran Poem

Right I am doing this wonderful event tonight  starts seven thirtyish at the lead station. I was ferreting about in my files in preparation and found I had hastily typed yet another poem from an Arran workshop and then done … Continue reading

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First Impromptu Workshop of the Year

Yesterday I ran a workshop which pulled on some surreal techniques and some experimental/concrete poetry type techniques. I did my usual warm up of free writing from a line and using extra words which in this case were: briars, spellbound, … Continue reading

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Penning Perfumes

I may have mentioned my involvement in the latest installment of the Penning Perfumes Project. I was sent before Christmas two sample sized vials of an anonymous perfume and instructed to write a poem. I have been working on drafting … Continue reading

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Fallen Behind With Small Stones

I wrote this last night about my day while at Free Frame of Reference. I started this year feeling pretty drained of all poetic or creative feeling and now steadily I feel it coming back. I’ve had a strange day, a … Continue reading

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Small Stones for yesterday

You may be noticing a trend here. However it is similar to how I write in general thoughts percolate for a while before the words come so I will continue and just aim to write 31 small stones this month … Continue reading

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Small stone for today

The sea is vast and dark and deep and it will keep all of its secrets. Including its lack of fish, for now, until it is too late. A woman tonight read a concrete poem about dead starfish and I … Continue reading

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Small Stone for the 5th

I roll out of my bed to find the doors unlocked and nothing gone struggle into printed trousers, a furry coat I later find has ketchup on and a turban hat my mother knitted, these were the clothes I had … Continue reading

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