everything seems disconnected mottled hands mischievous eyes rough frosted hair and disobedient brown shoes cheeks with the blush of mul...

the man in feathers shuts his eyes squats amongst jacaranda fallout drinks cold tea / forgets to speak up / as if his b...

There's a stone wall around this heart. A moat, a marsh, various misleading traps. The finest model of modern man I've become. If...

The books are all commuters pressed together on a crowded five o’clock train. Every commuter has a bird, trying to beat its wings, inside ...

1) If things tarnish allegory if the picture puzzle becomes commodity, a fruitful but useless woman marking her birthday obsessively ...

This rather small goat was kneedeep in a paddock. The paddock entirely was fescue/rye/and clover green. Also, bushes were there, which are ...

 I have tapped the arch of the scapula      where the skin dips to the breastbone. Your breaths      are the quivering feathers      ...

the high wind has stirred thousands of dust particles that have become a mist hanging over the city in the early morning light that is a fr...

i could be Mother Christmas i could slide easing down your chimney be your pleasant present dropping on your hearth gift- wrapped to you...

Due to sickness in our ranks (and a server issue), there was no official Tuesday Poem this week - at first - so I posted a link to something...

Flying in, the sea is dark and demanding. Our island appears like a jewel and grows green until we circle to land,  then I see the red sore ...

                                                       Editor: Sarah Jane Barnett Apparently the words woot, sexting and textspeak ha...