that suggest anything could be about to happen, anything might lie hidden behind the words about to leap forth – the soldiers of syntax marshalled on parade, the magicians of imagination warming up their wands – but which, like the contents of a Fabergé egg or a politician’s promise or Don Juan’s trousers add the …
Dispatches from the latest poetry class
Having loads of fun with this latest class. We’ve got a really good group, with roughly half of them being people I’ve not taught before. Which can be quite nerve-wracking to begin with – you’re never quite sure what will and what won’t work, whether there will be personality clashes, or whether the differences in …
Report on the Launch of Leaving the Red Zone
For those of you who didn’t make it, oh wow, you missed an incredible night. For starters, it was absolutely packed. Martin and Lisa (who own the joint) reckon we had over 200 people, and the waiting staff were working like mad things ferrying pizza and pints and beakers … incredible. I kept meaning to take some …
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Launched!
Some actual words when I’ve recovered. But for now, simply enjoy (as we did):
The Ministry of Sorrow
Build it of stone, of brick, of twisted metal. Build it of shattering masonry. Build it of glass. Build it of cards of condolence. Build it of tears. Build it of lives, of lies, of lying alone with the stone of absence filling your belly. Build it of stars. Build it of asphalt. Build it …
A Dark Feathered Art 