Talecatching

A short story about the fridge that never killed me.

Here on the hilltop you’ll find me
The air clear above my head
High above the clamour of the city
Cars, streetlights, pensioners close to dead
Screaming child, wailing mother

Darling, don't you ever rage?
Your glottal stops are sweaty fists
Wherever did you learn
To punch so poorly -

Forgive my candour
But that last scale
With its eyelid tremble
Brought to mind

New starts aren't easy....

Ever had insect problems? Read on...

"Ah, good evening, my friends, I am Norman of Agramount, Bard and
Balladeer, and court retainer for the Duke of Lothern. I know
countless tales and legends of great deeds and mighty heroes from Ages
past. Yes, the legends and lore of heroes and historic are known
to me. Listen to my words and you will hear of chivalry and bravery:

A DUSKY RAIN ,WHEN I WAS IN A VAIN

TSUNAMI'S DAY OF DESTRUCTION

Restless monster under the sea,
Fighting furiously to be free,
Roaring, vibrating, ceaselessly.

Full of wandering water lust,
Rising, slurping all through the dust,

Spitfire and Shuriken one - Shuriken finds the Feu-Fo-lay and question him about the mysterious illness striking people down in NOLA. Follows on from Chase.

You be hard pushed to say
whether Minto was more amazing
before or after the incident.
Whether dragging to the surface
of a murky little ecosystem
a child, its asthma medication
and a long-lost Roman artifact

2001 1 April

Liberty John Junior

You know in life there are times when we do something out of anger. When we just act without taking any time to think. May be ending up doing these crazy things out of anger. Those things we do, after doing, we end up feeling guilty. We end up wishing if we hadn't done it at the first place.

I woke up today with an ache
in my hunting tooth. Despite
the springy hotel mattress,
my back cricked
like a viewmaster wheel, clicking
picture to picture.

Breakfast was delicious, I think.
More fuel than feast, though.

The other sunny day,
leaving for good my job pestering
already-charitable phonecall recipients
to buy into a lottery
for Age Concern, countering
all arguments, as instructed
in a full day's training,

'You are the one, void gazer, there is no return,'

The Priestesses words formed a rhythm in my mind as we ran in single file beside the limpid waters away from the camp. We six were the chosen ones the seventh, our guide, a great warrior and leader of his people, set an easy pace mindful of our burdens. High above in the canopy monkeys and birds shrieked warnings to each other of our coming - but they need not fear today for we would not cease our journey this day until darkness came and much distance had been covered....

(28/04/06) One for Spitfire and Shuriken.

(21/04/06) Speed poem.

(06/04/06)

(04/04/06) For the mogwai. Crit needed - it rambles forever and needs to be poetic, so if you spot anything, hit me.

(10/04/06) Cover from Don DeLillo's "Libra"