Sound Recording of Guided Meditation

Here's a sound recording of my poem Guided Meditation: for Maggie O'Sullivan. You can read the poem on Adjacent Pineapple here. And find out more about the poem here.

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Guided Meditation for Maggie O’Sullivan – poem published

I've recently had a new poem published in Adjacent Pineapple, Issue Two.  It's a great looking issue with some fine poets represented, including Paul Hawkins, Jazzmine Linklater, Joey Frances, Robert Sheppard and Paula Claire.  My thanks to Colin Herd for inclusion in the issue. You can read Guided Meditation: for Maggie O'Sullivan here.  I'm grateful to … Continue reading Guided Meditation for Maggie O’Sullivan – poem published

The Ghostword Sembles Itself

On 22nd June 1976, Theresa Hak Kyung Cha sat by the tomb of Tristan Tzara in Montparnasse Cemetery, Paris, listening to the rain.  This gesture instigates a cut-up practice to disassemble and reassemble some of Cha's words, creating the opportunity to liberate some of her vocabulary from the poetic structures she creates in her writing … Continue reading The Ghostword Sembles Itself

imagine you’re singing

[listen here > / read here >>] imagine you’re singing several north seas worth of voice light up your spine >> positive energy >> accessible only by /fracking/ shine[s] through your feet   standing on the shoulders of frackfield workers’ lungs quiet breath invite these asthmas, silicosis /notice your chest/   inhale & exhale   … Continue reading imagine you’re singing

The Unfinished Dream Published!

Super happy to announce that The Unfinished Dream is now available as a brand new and exciting chapbook from Sad Press! Copies are £6 and can be bought via the website or in person at one of our upcoming performances: Wednesday 9th November, 7.30pm at the Caroline of Brunswick, Brighton Saturday 19th November 7.30pm at the Yoga … Continue reading The Unfinished Dream Published!

Border : Crossing

At first we just look.   dense matting of human figures piled up motor vehicles abstracted body parts scattered words on a barbed wire fence the sweat of my bones breaking out                                            of my ribs my head a maze                   of jumbled trash tangled                                               misused                     distorted Then I know we have to … Continue reading Border : Crossing