poetry

pig dreams

Pig Dreams Pig Life

  In some dreams we are dead. It is never a surprise. Life doesn’t last long after all. Someone did ask, what is a life? Does it feel like something?…

SJ Fowler

On Time and Mess

  Once we understand excess, then we can get really simple. – Robert Rauschenberg     Exploring poetry’s absent indispensable character Because poetry is not a thing that lives, to…

Concrete Music – Artificial Plant – October

  Concrete Music over six foot   lying on its back                                                 damp-worn sides as souvenirs   of basement tenure unmoved           to the top floor a sun-bleached face now that the upstairs      …

Wolf Yollez

Wolf yollez

  ‘We’re not far from wolves.’ – Deleuze and Guattari, ‘1914: One or Several Wolves?’   Human-canine relationships are some of the most conceptually disordered and uncertain of interspecies relationships,…

Norman Ackroyd

Charmed

  She calls him from a thousand miles distance – sends forth an invisible cord from her edge of cliff to his edge of existence. She calls him in autumn…

Wolf

  Snow covered the town, and murmurs. Unease, downcast eyes, a rumour you were back in the holding where the song thrush is mute, where a path spills like yarn…

Hamrammr

  Úlfhéðnar in my wolf-skin, I am smuggled beneath this fearsome hide. Sneaksome, bristlepad varúlfur, I must stay concealed, keep my woman-ness below the scenting of the men. They would…