Two Torn Halves

Verity Spott. Poet. 'He'd make a big show of sticking the two torn halves in his wallet. When we buried him, Frank and I tossed the last two halves he gave us into his grave. Here ' 'Between the two torn halves of my soul are cities and climates' 'Place those two torn halves of the map together again and you are re-enacting the history of the Silurian to Devonian periods' 'The two torn halves promise but never deliver full restitution'

Wednesday, 17 September 2025

A Whisper

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You came in out of a rave meadow apart, you or a girl its nameless or faceless you do forget. You weren't admitting a closeness from an...
Tuesday, 1 July 2025

In the Bin of Ideas I am Marked by the Face III

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I heard a cry. Correction. A cry rose up amidst the songs  of corvids. Because you had jumped from a great height and because of their memor...
Monday, 30 June 2025

In the Bin of Ideas I am Marked by the Face II

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 Isn't it funny how we got up one morning to see them looking exactly as the nuclear family. Daddy, Mummy and all of us. I find it to be...
Wednesday, 25 June 2025

In the Bin of Ideas I am Marked by the Face

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First is a little postcard from Berlin. Second is a poem from the weekend. Midsummer. Last is a desperate little noise, slightly nabbed from...
Wednesday, 26 March 2025

IX, X, XI,XII

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  IX Marcus builds his babies. They are physically hand grenade. One is his darling, his humours. One his  scourge. Marcus made a baby. Its ...
Tuesday, 25 March 2025

An Arabella

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Today I met an Arabella, and moving through the valley swish from the trees,  a stream broke away, long grasses cut at my thighs oh moving f...
Wednesday, 5 March 2025

Aubade

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Ask me. The answer will always be no.  Ask me again and again amongst the pinprick light of the stars, for now I believe in the stars...
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