come on in
the coffee has been steaming in the union jack cup
for a while
take of your coat
the cookies (can you smell them?) are
ready
sit down
I shall lay my best hand-made napkin
on
walk with me into the polar night
cold is the new heat
didn’t you know?
you like to watch blood penetrating the snow
do you want to touch it?
the climate will change
the oceans shall rise
The Great Art overlooks the killing, that is a spoiling of the eunuchs
Instead she watches the breaking of a finger, and
The Great Artist always chooses the little one.
It’s a fact. Every woman
her face too subdued
(don't you think?)
her hands too small
her ears in the right place
unlike her eyebrows, her nose and her mind
her back? a pack of bones
holding hopes at night
and that!dress
in
The Poetry Society’s National Poetry Competition is one of the world’s biggest and most prestigious poetry competitions.
Winners include both established and emerging poets, and for many the prize
(..’only dream I ever have is the surface of the sun...every time I shut my eyes is always the same’ - Sunshine)
hey, creatures of earth
I\'m off to the sun
I’m packing up light,
no tooth
as birds scratch the sky
so the clouds can bleed
feathers and fear
over a world in greed
we watch with our hands
soft and ready to kill
for whatever we love
or the secrets we seal
collapsed
Poet in the City and the Romanian Cultural Institute are proud to announce the thrilling series of six events focusing on contemporary Romanian poetry. The events will present in the span of more
hi there God,
I’m here @ your mercy as usual
no, I’m not alone
although at times
I feel like a balloon of emotions
in a world of pins
I haven’t got much time
(‘here we go again’ you must
and when I wish it to be true
one more time
just this once
the universe listens
and sends down its moons
wrapped up in sonatas
these fingers searching and searching
will they find me?
deep
I was thinking to write to you about the weather
but you’ll hear about it in the tomorrow paper
you’ll find out how much it rained over here
how everything has overflowed
and went down hill
in
..the red cheeks of children,
the scarves and the rush
the patches of snow
lips in strawberry crush
I finish today the tasks of tomorrow
I’ll make a new list of TO DO
and to borrow
more
december
so tough
on ears and throats
sore
with missing
each other’s voice
these toes
frozen and curled
under rough
silent blankets
of faraway and waiting
only our thumbs
warm warm
alive
on the silence ward
we tip-toe in
words
dressed like wounds
and fiddle with
spots
where the chin
hits the chest
repeatedly
incessantly
stretching them
wide into
smiles
over milk teeth
until
Following the last year’s Up the Line’s huge success John McKierman, organizer, has announced that the 2010 Remembrance Day will be held again in Brockley and Ladywell Cemetery on Thursday the 11th
The Romanian Festival in Plymouth is an apex of the ongoing partnership between the Romanian Cultural Institute and the University of Plymouth.
This year\'s festival consists of several literature
the roses are waiting
but I can not
and Gunsel can’t either
so full of cravings
my peace, her time
we seem to get neither
alas, we have tried
our best and our worst
to make this a living
the moment
snap out of the bison mood, darling
if you want to blow smoke up your nose
and aim for the other direction
or Lapland
this direction belongs to other species
discovered in due time
with
The following article was published by Maev Kennedy on Wednesday, 6th of October 2010 in The Guardian.
The torment of the poet Ted Hughes over the fate in 1963 of his estranged wife Sylvia Plath, is
his kids wear bibs 100% silk that stay white through the day
he’s growing wild orchids in the deepest darkest circles under the eye
he makes jelly out of dry words with broken fingers
his dragons
no
I did not need a mirror to see my blood
deserting its own artery for another
nor did I need my flesh flaking
in the view of the public
at the sound of this name
or that
the quest?
I
I’m driven by the power of his lower lip
when is still
I’m a mammoth in Ice age
cold
frozen
waiting
wanting
to be discovered
and studied –
(especially my untouched by
losing
and knowing how to is a
Mona-Lisa
painted with
every feeling you own
onto a canvas
you never knew
you had
the more you will stare
into its smile
the less you
...I said it
first time, without a stutter
in the middle of the stage with white projectors
licking my ankles like a Labrador
my voice did not tremble
nor did my nostrils
arms hung on to the