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Three Poems Featured In Issue 11 Of Sundog Lit Journal
Very happy and excited to have three of my poems published in Sundog Lit – go read them here!
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Johnny Bender Launch Party Chameleon Arts Cafe Nottingham Friday 24th June 2016
I had a fantastic night hosting/compering/interviewing/rabble-rousing/drunkard stewarding/evoking voodoo/performing poetry at the launch party for the publication of the amazing Dean Lilleyman’s second novel, ‘The Gospel According To Johnny Bender’. It was a magical night, a celebration of the eternal culture of Making Stuff, a ritual anointing of Our Johnny, a blood-vow of love and support…
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Hand Job Zine Launch Party Saturday 16th April 2016 – In Pictures
Had a fantastic time hosting and performing at Hand Job Zine’s launch party for issue 10 last night. Congratulations to Jim and Sophie from Hand Job for organising a wonderful night of entertainment, and also to everyone who came down, performed or partied or both. The zine looks absolutely amazing and is packed with some…
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Free-Write Poem With Picture #3
Today’s her birthday and we are arcs of light in the afterdark pharmacy, playing paper, scissors, stone with the Ativan machine. Our one religion of breaking and entering. Her reflection in blue-grain tinsel through the moon-tomb windowpane is a Renaissance painting of classic, anaesthetic proportions. Lowering the sulphur and the hovering lanterns of illuminated barbiturates,…
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Ilya Glazunov (Russian, b. 1930), Portrait of Dostoevsky, Paris, 1968. Pastel on paper, 92 x 68 cm.
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“Imagist Socialist Poetry and Artistic Reality”
Really thought-provoking piece on the power of the poetic image here I agree with so much of this – “Poetic images convert natural language, enlarge its borders and provide new possibilities of expression.” Article by Turkish poet SERKAN ENGIN – do go have a peek over at the ‘Margutte’ site
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Free-Write Poem With Picture #2
If she keeps notsaying the thing is that as good as sayingit, she wandered. Hands, fluent in silence. The awning kept an awful countenance, contemptuous above the concrete. Broken bricks in forlorn walls toothed the street-mouth, little sore-dust asphalt sharks that dart beneath the tenements. And who amongst us was betrothed to the truth, she…
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Free-Write Poem With Picture
Beneath her feet, the city gossips, tarmac tongues whispering the hymn of her returning. Every sodden yard of hard-mooned kerbstone unfurls to her insoles, black locale knows the girl & her swell cobalt mind so well: the hackneyed princess of slagheaps and monolithic mole-hills of one-mil syringes. Doom-town stare of a million methadone-dawns. – Miggy…
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PHOTOGRAPH – BY DAVID LEVEQUE *** You hear a voice. You close your eyes. You see a house. It is a day made for sleepwalking, stuffing obsolete coins into broken slot-machines, and the nights are made of hands. You close your eyes further still. You hear more voices. You keep your eyes closed for a couple of years. This…
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STREET STORY – BY GABI BEN AVRAHAM *** This blog was four years old in July. This morning I moved every single post into the trash. I found this photograph online today. I like to stare at photographs and chew on the fact that I will never write a poem as dense with silhouette and shadow as this…
MIGGY ANGEL 