from ppf online shop…
“Let It Come to us All”
“Only Here till Friday”
“The Janus Hour” (Oversteps Books)
anthology – “Ten Hallam Poets”
and Poem Cards & Postcards –
“Older is the strangest town…”
“This Christmas, the Spirit is Rum”
(& in Christmas set)
“Melting into the Motorway on the Inside Lane”
and shop elsewhere…
as translator / polisher –
“aproape. atat de departe / close. so far away”,
Long poem by Lucian Vasilescu,
See how it tugs itself off and on off and on.
See it suck in the stars swelling its brightness
exhale them in uneven spatters of light in the sky.
A bed is a light bulb that tugs you to half-sleep
disjointedly dreaming impossible circles
impossible circles in search of solutions
that tugs you to half-wake afraid of the night
of impossible circles stalking the morning
the light at the crack of the creak of a door.
A bed is a light bulb lit by a mind of its own.
See how it clings to the night sky above you
too high to permit you to harry it down.
See it as scowler growling and clawing its litter
of clouds. See how it prowls in impossible circles
settles its score for you tethering it to the ground.
A bed is a light bulb in the night sky vengeful
determined. You must sew up your eyes know
that the meter must run out of shillings sometime.