For World Poetry Day last year I wrote out the fanciful myth I have constructed about how poetry precipitated my birth.
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Actually it’s very simple. Either it’s in motion or it is not. This bears the signs of not. That bears the signs of motion. Words to-ing and fro-ing And actions Everything bears the mask of nonsense. 13/1/14 — A liberating revelation in my younger youth was the concept of He’s Just Not That Into YouContinue reading “It’s complicated”
A fun romance
it will be, until we have scheduled Friday sex and you neglect to text me; I start imagining my wedding dress and stare at baby buggies through shop windows; Your mother makes lamb moussaka and I am vegetarian. Then it will be life. 2012 — Another poem earmarked for “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” Continue reading “A fun romance”