So we’re all lost in the supermarket Our bags for life are stuffed with verse we’re hoping we can trade To leave behind the ...

Many deceased animals never have the privilege of being buried and/or mourned, though human war victims are very often ...

L’agent leve son baton blanc, Jumble Hole Clough (Jumble Hole Clough) The Duke of Wellington, Derek Bailey / John Stevens ...

I remember once sitting in a fast-food restaurant at a motorway service station. There was a sudden rush and, in a matter of ...

There’s still an attractively rough raggedness about the Mekons, even when tweaked by bass player and studio wizard, Dave ...

‘Orbits’ consists of what it suggests, poems circling words that cannot be translated and therefore not defined. Although at ...

And though Fate’s pleas’d to lay their beauties by In a dark corner of obscurity, As fair and sweet they bloom’d thy plains ...

I have been rummaging among old files and papers while I try to find things to put into my “Collected Poems”, although the ...

In Seville in southern Spain the Roman Catholic cathedral and the Moorish Alcazar Palace stand in close proximity. On a recent visit I explored both. Though undeniably architecturally impressive the ...

Hold tight, wait ’til the party’s over Hold tight, we’re in for nasty weather There has got to be a way Burning down the house Here’s your ticket, pack your bag, it’s time for jumping overboard The ...

10th August 2025, written on waking in deep night after surgery and re-reading messages on WhatsApp from Yongbo 延展的光将我们拴在一起， ...

Amsterdam’s streets & transported by train to Berlin where he worked as a dwangarbeider [forced laborer] in armaments factories [1943-45]. When my father died in 2002, my mom purged the house of most ...