language

Mike Beauregard, Prehnite

What is listing?

    What is lost when words are wasted? Tomatoes. What is trust when tomatoes are wasted? What is truth? Men, words, hours, waist? When wait women. What is lost…

CO2 Cherries

    I Rust thing against rot Thing against resting skin red Cheery parallel Lines the blinds of grey once gold Then wood between me and sand.   II I…

The New Concrete

The history of concrete poetry charts a path from utopia to dystopia. You could say that there’s a secret history of the second half of the twentieth century embedded in…

A Fixed Vocabulary

Is there a word for arriving home after a hot day and finding the place changed, as if everything has been picked up for inspection and put back down in…

Vilhelm Hammershøi, Interior - Strandgade 30

Filth

  Covered in filth, a disastrous clumsy brain excavates deep to identify causality.   Distrusting and perilous, Broken mirror images echo an unsung nursery rhyme in an incomprehensible language. For…

Camilla Nelson poetry

She speaks

    in a hoar frost, she said:   the weather’s made a Miss Havisham’s wedding feast of this wood the dark of bark and leaf is cobwebbed over the…