AUTHORS A-C

 

she pales

in the 5 a.m.


exactly


opens

a polyphony



yes   yes   yes



hair parts in middle moment ago then gone


tug

is

want

is



mind's

                                                   



                                                      may have been condition

                                                      put

                                                      on mattress

                                                     

                                                      bed of rose

                                                      is

                                                     

                                                      trite


                                                      glass

                                                      bowl

                                               

                                                      fish's

                                                      home





isbn 978-1-907812-04-0


£3.00    12 pages


feet fashion slake low mouth


t*o*n*


g*u*e*












___________


snow = star




isbn 978-0-9565418-3-3

£5.00    30 pages         

ORIGINS


straight off the Coromandel

to Mud Island

hostilities broke out again in the winter

near the farm of Henry Lamb

they came from the East to the West

two round lights, derailment

burnt down by an orphan aboriginal girl

Lamb and his wife had befriended

this is years before

a family boat explodes on the river


TROUBLE IN PARADISE



two young men

setting a car on fire

in Kurrajong

a stolen Holden Commodore

off Comleroy Road

work out the cost

of Wednesday's bushfires

the situation

could change



isbn 978-0-9565418-2-6

£5.00    28 pages      

9


There is a rational truth – there is a poetic truth.

The poetic, which by its very nature is inherently erotic, has no need of the rational for its justification

Thus:

I sucked honey from your breast while you slept

I was the water you swam in

I was the wavelet that rippled over your thighs to enter your sex like a hungry explorer where I remained

Until

The white foam that fell on the white strand you slept on

Was all of my glittering seed






ISBN 978-1-907812-37-8



£5.00   28 pages

isbn 978-1-907812-11-8


£5.00    34 pages

Oxford Road Station, Manchester


A wino with a yellow-grey beard

Sits on platform 3 reading Heine.

He smiles to himself in his difference

Like the man who touched the wires

And lit up the evening with flames.


Following Bukowski


Sitting here alone gulping finite beer

I listen again to New York City Serenade

And write poem after poem like Bukowski

Though he liked Mahler not Springsteen

And didn’t have to try and follow himself


isbn 978-0-9563928-4-8


£5.00    34 pages     

Insectio

ns must shed surfaces, or moult, 

several times in order to grow to size. B

eneath the old, hard skin, a new, soft-s

keleton-forms. Insections takes in ex

tra air to make itself larger spl

its the old, which falls off. The y

oung stages of Insections are quite differe

nt from the adults; the

se moult, eventually producing a ‘chrysalis’ or ‘Insections’.




isbn 978-1-907812-10-1


£5.00    44 pages



columbus circle


I can’t talk

to you right now.


be with you when I can.


maybe I am

a small break in the storm.


above us only cloud

above us are only waves


above the waves is a rusty bridge

with signposts that are rusty.

above the bridge


the significance of

subway maps


the shoes you choose

the delphinium


blusher


seeds of wild flower

salt of the earth


it is not an overcoat

needed to stop the cold


people are so stupid


yep


best keep out their way.




isbn 978-0-9565418-8-8


£5.00    40 pages

Shearing the breakdown of the skin prevents the movement. As for capacity cannot ordering cause of the flower which bleeds. Heartbeat. Putting in place the cutting of the skin prevents the movement. Strike the heart beat. Place the cutting of skin it deters the movement.  It meaning that I obtain the stitch. To cut the breakdown of the skin prevents the movement. How much for the capacity cannot causes to require flower which bleeds. Shearing the breakdown of the skin prevents the movement. Heartbeat. Putting cutting of the skin prevents a motion. If I receive 1 point. To put in the place the cut of the skin prevents the movement. The sharp shears of the skin prevent movement. Putting cutting         of the skin         prevents a         motion.




















isbn: 978-9565418-5-7


£5.00  48 pages

1       drawn to dawn chorusings, starlings unfist from sleep

2       brakelights, urban stars, a low moon

3       no rhyme - plenty rhythm - these orange clouds at night

4       scarred words yet beautifully turned

5       the tv blurt - cant yu open yr eyes?

6       specs cleaned each morning, dirtied by nightfall

7       beer-bottle stag-do arguing weekendings

8       the night - its pained-full-on questionings

9       miners helmets under-lighting the bridge

10     heavier than air, how birds soar

11     retinal sear ov flashbulb memories, caffeine

12     papercuts paraded down years

13     un-noticing ov the suicide note

14     blood money in the ex-premiers shoes

15     light crumples, emptying out late summer

16     following yr art on the web now yu no longer phone

17     worlds revolutions - whats new? 

18     ground-floor tenant - cctv warnings in their window

19     bankers begging-bowls rattled at our heels

20     ironing transfer to tee-shirt - who's writing yu?

21     stroking a feather back to wholeness against my cheek

22     at least wind-turbine engineers are being kept busy

23     last orders all over the war memorial

24     nothing meaningful, only the bark ov power

25     in the car park, the mistake ov a tree



(This is a short extract from a long poem)


ISBN 978-1-907812-35-4



£5.00   20 pages

[...]


swallow the pips and a tree will grow inside my belly

confidence being a commodity

bought not with cash-exchange but pounds of flesh

to a new brighter happier more positive you

like a fucking washer-drier or some such shit

worrying all night about the content of an email

a rotten and oozing core lies at the heart of me

congregating in corridors / planning an assassination


***


[…]


those Leeds streets and that shopping list

we go up and down the supermarket aisles

ticking off ingredients on Saturday morning

is that heart pure? we wonder

a worm is shitting out its disease

I think I have diabetes

and in this half-light this bridge seems endless






ISBN 978-1-907812-39-2



£5.00   24 pages

ISBN 978-1-907812-41-5



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After Hopkins


moving movements suck grief in-

wards wary of telling truths confidences

caught unguarded unfiltered germ-spread

and blown boasting self sufficiency a

lighted dark forgets filial impulse duty

drawn this minion rises awement pulses

the day’s audacity in calling grey-clouded

wretch-monkey sinister   sister to aid to

bandage salt on sores to cherish off-

sprigs of gaiety gambled with blood

infected injected into

From Parts Becoming Whole , by Joanne Ashcroft



ISBN 978-1-907812-53-8



£7.00   76 pages

An Anabranch With Slug                                                                                                    

   

   Robotic Pastoral in honour of Raymond Roussel


metal hands are weak pastoral produce

   pleasure of insects rich them insects

night falls at the feet of the emperor

   beneath my warped jacket i the prize


pleasure of insects rich them insects

   modified his humble other staged stag

beneath my warped jacket i the prize

   a little singing naturally violent and abrupt


modified his humble other staged stag

   the man horse oz was so tender so he was

a little singing naturally violent and abrupt

   towards that sponge beard men - advance


the man-horse oz was so tender so he was

   sick girl compressed inside her shoulders

towards the sponge beard men - advance

   grape counts on exiting delightful basket


(From a long poem)

An Anabranch With Slug, by Tim Allen



ISBN 978-1-907812-55-2



£3.00   13 pages

1.


light produces light

which produces fire

which except fire nothing

except I knew nothing

the stars, I knew the stars


the stars, I knew the stars

the stars

I knew nothing

the stars

I knew nothing except

I knew nothing except fire

nothing except fire

which except fire

which produces fire

which produces light

which produces light

light produces light

Western Philosophy by Wayne Clements


ISBN 978-1-907812-60-6



£7.00   92 pages