Fragments of murderer's notebook, 1981

] & scattered corks
of autumn's round bales
- quince trees planted over dead dogs

there is always soap & Tarmac,
the potential for gardens
- previously awarded par

The river dried up in July
& swallowed [

Seaton, Devon

the edge of England -
constellations of stones
in the dog-wet sand

& hanging gulls
shrieking their elevation
sun (((0))) sun

Coded Poem

Today my Word went crazy. This is what came out when I tried to type. What the hell has happened? Can anyone work out what has happened? Can you then work out what the coded poem is? The answer will appear next week.

CAvEMaN HAiKU

K|\VE D|/E & P\ERE

& TO fIRE YoURsELf

K|\VE D\|ET & SKiNNY

BONeS & TEEtH H

Fragment of The Scavengers Of London (& The Intervention Of Flora & Fauna)

Ampersandwich
&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Ampersandwich
MmmmmmmmmM&m | mmmm

whiteout poem #1

Archaeology & Natural History of London - Future Work

I picked up these two books from Deptford Market for £1.50 for the pair. They are going to form the basis of my next sequence of poems. As the last was in the style of a scientific journal on pregnancy, the next will be in the style of a natural history journal about the origins of London's animals. I hope to create a series of mock-scientific sequences.

The second book was published in 1946. After seeing the date I abandoned my plans to redact pages with black marker to create poems. I couldn't ruin such an lovely old book. 

The first book is from 1972. I love the old black covered Penguins. So brutal, so 1970's.

Fragment of murderer's notebook, 1983

] beyond the singing rails [

] of the eastern line [

] the blinking flight of the butterfly [

] chewed by the cat [

(shivering) blackout poem #4

Fragment, 1457c [parts missing]

] ground parrot [

] coffee [

] & treasures of the mountains pull [

] revolving dias [

] into grain, into summer [

] ghost head [

(Nezahualcoyotl, 1457)

blackout poem #3

blackout poem #2

blackout poem #1

< ! . . start fragment . . ! / >
w here is the e x i t
i nee d to g e t out
you saw me h a p
pening | i f e l l *
< ! . . end fragment . . ! / >

fragment of poem for my unborn child.

flowering Chinese cabbage | my growing | vegetable heart

wondered through the burn | ing stomach & focus | the mind

because it is coming | the rest of everything | tightly wrapped cylindrical head

the yolk & anchor of it | the cross pollination & | small, delicate version

walking with her | sleeping with us | less commonly, the mandarin

pretended it was over

allegorically

the corners of the painting

unfinished

smudges pushed across

the centre

sketching the stars through

asylum windows

spinning plates in yonder corn field

bleeding out

fragment#525

] elephant [





] lover [

fragments of an interview

] sometimes i go
onto the patio &
crush the leaves
of the geraniums
in my hands
& smell them.
i don't know
why i do it [

Fragments from: The Natural History of Atticus, by Atticus the Elder (Book XIV, Chapter 55)

] any bee lost from the hive [

] a broken vase [

] of honey across the stones [

] under sunshine [

] will break the hearts [

] of insects & animals. Please see Lepidopterology [

] youngsters in the green [