New poem

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My latest poem

Consume

Rain sat upon the city smothering sound 
While casting its shadow over the landscape
An oppressive thing bloated and eldritch
It passed judgement, attempted to wash
Away the marks of man.

At times it sat quiescent on the hills
Its gaze observed – The constant hum of 
Tangibility clashed with a distant 
Barking while the city beat
Its feeble carrion heart.

Consumed greenery like some obnoxious 
Cancer, red brick, coal stacks and etched granite;
Topped by verdigris competed with natures natural greens
My vision faded as the fog beast settled,
Encompassed me in its wet embrace.

Amos Greig

Another poet to check out

http://www.hellerlevinson.com/hinge.html I can’t recommend this poets work enough. I just can’t seem to get enough of his poetry.

Sam Thompson self taught playwright and trade unionist.

http://www.communitygreenway.co.uk/NametheBridge I see Sam Thompson is one of the names suggested for the bridge I’d like to see that made a reality I’ve acted in one of his plays the Evangelist with Ivan Lyttle in the titular role. Sam was a self taught playwright and active trades unionist. The part that I played? Namely a drunk who wanders in off the streets it was a lot of fun however during rehearsals I ruptured an eardrum and ended up deaf in one ear I needed someone to nudge me when it came time to go on stage.

 

http://www.culturenorthernireland.org/article/748/sam-thompson

‘The Perspicacity of Repetition’: Heller Levinson’s Hinge Theory – an essay by Paul Stubbs

An excellent essay which looks at the writings of Heller Levinson

Seamus Heaney Tribute.

A tribute to Seamus Heaney.

Through the red bricked arches of history we both stalked these corridors of knowledge
Wordsmith, literary farmer you culled the errant words guided your flock into a semblance of order.

As you dug into the classics with pen in hand my father guided me to your words;
‘O’ levels haunted my night digging for meaning in a salute to the past.

Your presence brought silence to hallowed halls even mice waited with baited breath for you to speak,
Pearls of wisdom each one I clung to them a precious gift.

Silence my tongue cleft to my mouth the words dried, died as I shook your hand in abject awe
I grinned like a maniac my copy of Beowulf clasped to my chest.

All I ever wanted to say was thank you for the spark which drove my fascination with the past
Gone now! Shed this physicality you have become something more a legend for the new age.

Set One a range of poems from a one day workshop

Quiet chattering working women clocked off
Headed towards Fridays oblivion.

That smell heady aroma, nicotine, ale and disinfectant
The pub locked as they waited.

One grew weary leant against the door shouted through the letterbox
Impatient words heavier than paper dripped from parched mouth.

Sought oasis of gin and tonic
Perhaps later bingo and Sundays best.

Response to madness curtained streets
Individuals trapped within their own prisons
A woman locked behind closed doors
Escapes reality through pills and potions.

Salvador mass prisons locked in tiny boxes
Caged like animals they crafted tools from scraps,
Arms and legs withered forgotten by society.

Animals own the street consumed in their own madness
Art house studio heated kiln formed function
From the function-less.

Merchant
The fish eyed view distorts our thoughts
Two men pulled up one helmeted, suspicions raised
The other enters shopping, robbing or
Something else our minds wander to distrust
Our immediacy to judge, condemn
The fish eyed lens distorts or
Is it us who distort the truth.

Yellow mellow wheels gave
Illusion of forwrd momentum
Gravity a harsh master lurks a
Lesson planned as expectant
Triumphant parents observe
Encourages freedom of movement.
The ground is a harsh reminder
Of mortality, grazed knees
Bruised egos, tumbled hopes
Pick yourself up and start again
Always again patent leather shoes
Accelerate.

Occupy
They poisoned the wells, destroyed homes
Communities watched as their town
Disappeared.

Students and anarchists made makeshift camp
Besieged the courthouse small in number
Like Gideon’s own.

Authorities arrived to disband the camp
As anarchists counted coupe
Tented warriors drifted across the plain.

The unshaven against midnight black authoritarian
Father against son opposing sides of the same coin.

He is the oppressor empty rooms the officer cried
As he sat in his sons bedroom.

Soft snow away from the set path
Here is the real thrill temptation,
Virginal an offering he couldn’t refuse.

Cast off thrill-seeker snow on snow
Triggers avalanche powdered
Death towards the unwary.

 

 

I watch safe a desktop observer
As chaos ensues I defrag my hardrive
Will the image fragments.

My flesh is a tapestry of past deeds
Each scar a mark of memory.

Here a recollect the weight of responsibility
A beetle crushed my hand.

I grasp the pen awkwardly
Its comfort jarring with scar tissue
A heroic foolish childhood deed.

I see the burn on my fore arm
And remember at seven waking
To find the flames.

Wastrel child I hollered for help
Fought the flames my tears
Of anger, confusion and fear.

The pain lingers the family
Saved one little boy defiant
Parents hugged the fire brigade
Two hours too late the flames
Extinguished.

John Hewitt tribute

My voice is still at odds
With my surroundings.

From countryside to
Urban correllations, to
America andnhome,

Home a place which
Holds our physicality
Shackles for the soul.

Strangers surround us
Accents treacle thick I
Swim through language
A drowning man.

Night cool
A time for
Reflection or regret.

An ekphrastic poem inspired by The Milinner’s Shop by Degas

Gas lit stores the ladies pleasures faded unnatural light
Postcard senics;
They are seen at Ascot, garden parties each item a work of art,
Soon crippled by repetition.
Silence in oppressive echoes as gents tapping past
They come for us/ hats for seasons.
She dreams of distant shores, stolen kisses
Blushes hot under the gas light.

Researchers finds gender far from fixed in the embryo, sex cells must be actively prevented from changing

Thought provoking.

LEXIE CANNES STATE OF TRANS

THE GUERRILLA ANGEL REPORT — New paradigm shifting research shows that gonads (testicles and ovaries) have to actively prevent some sex cells from switching to the other gender throughout one’s entire life.

In Medical Xpress, Dr David Zarkower of University of Minnesota Medical School and College of Biological Sciences said: “Scientists have long assumed that once the sex determination decision is made in the embryo, it’s final. We have now discovered that when [a male development gene] is lost in mouse testes – even in adults – many male cells become female cells and the testes show signs of becoming more like ovaries.”

National Institutes of Health’s Dr. Susan Haynes in the same publication: “This work shows that sex determination in mammals can be surprisingly prone to change, and must be actively maintained throughout an organism’s lifetime.”

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This is going to impact the scientific community in a big way…

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