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The mannequins are more real than you
The mannequins favour zero gravity, breathlessness, the labyrinth of stars. —– The mannequins inhabit a forgotten planet, orbiting your daydreams. —– The mannequins will accuse you of...
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Macbeth: Four Studies
1 It’s raining. It’s always raining. They look through the window but don’t see the rain any more. Their hands are knotted, like the roots of trees. Clutching a book, a tea cup, armrests. Or, in...
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The Glitch Witch
The Glitch Witch is an audio experience, best enjoyed on headphones in a dark room. I wrote the text (which is available in my collection the mannequins are more real than you) and sent it to Abbie...
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What the mirror showed
The mirror showed what it chose to show, never what the viewer demanded to see. The mirror didn’t show the back of his head, because the back of his head didn’t exist. You peered into his mask from the...
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Drowning in neat rows
Wheels grind. The drunken crowd screams. A lever is pulled and the curtains are yanked apart. The Bird King stamps onto the stage. —– The Bird King’s oration is made of knives and envies and stones and...
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The poems
The poem exploded in a shopping centre. No one was hurt, except for an adolescent boy who looked into the white blast and went blind. —– He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts. She dug her nails...
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Alt-right gobshites
Alt-right gobshites unite under your flag of noughts and crooked crosses tell the grievance brigade to shut up while you shout shit Alt-right gobshites unite and say it like it is say it like it should...
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Oven Ready
The oven was open and we were invited in. The herons had forgotten their knives. Rainbows were out of the question. Inside it was red and black and red again. Abandon all hope, etc. The ghost of Nigel...
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You are lost in my timeline
For George Szirtes and Mauricio Montiel Figueiras You are lost in my timeline. Tweets stretch in all directions. They are all made of glass and sand and they all look the same. You are lost in my...
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I am made
I am made of magnetic masks, smiles, surprise, sunrise, light in flighty eyes, flint, glinting winks, mouths, teeth, clouds, thieves. I am made of blood and stone and rusty nails and blue light...
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His house is mostly submerged
His house is mostly submerged. Moonlight makes a white reflection on the water, pretty as a skull. He paddles to the loft window and gets in that way. The loft is a mess. Mum and Dad sit on a pile of...
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James Knight (explorer) James Knight (carpenter) James Knight (diplomat) James or Jim Knight is the name of Steak knife murder: Mother’s pain over James Knight death James Knight | Faculty of...
View ArticleSelf-portrait in Blood, Teeth and Mist
1: Blood Already made of blood largely of blood more blood than imagination desire ambition conscience memory I am a readymade in red In a sequestered corner of the gallery (Do not touch) Formless Wet,...
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Panic! Fernando Arrabal’s La Pierre de la Folie
As part of their Untranslated series, minor literature(s) have published my response to Fernando Arrabal’s seminal book of prose poems, La Pierre de la Folie. Enjoy the madness here!
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Void Voices
Void Voices is a nightmare in 34 parts. Void Voices is a fly-blown cacophony. Void Voices is a love letter from a cyborg. Void Voices is a nasty feast. Void Voices is salt on a slug, Void Voices is a...
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Void Voices sample
Modelled loosely on Dante’s Inferno, Void Voices is a descent into the Hell that is our contemporary culture. Dante’s guide to the underworld was Virgil; mine is an undead T S Eliot. Along the way,...
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Poetry is Hell
The idea behind Void Voices came from nowhere. It was the last day of June, and I was on holiday near Dartmouth. I had been enjoying the unusually hot weather (a heat wave that was to last several...
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Giving voice to the void
An image from Void Voices March was an important month for me. On Friday 15th I joined Paul Hawkins, Sarah Cave and Pascal O’Loughlin at Storysmith Books in Bristol for a reading of experimental...
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do not leave me at the wedding of spirits alteration finds fold with solvent to remove it’s a brand still fixed it looks stormy this is the star lips and cheeks are pink...
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