Tiny rip in the structure
A little light blinking out
In otherwise absolute darkness
They are here somewhere
Stirred to move
By this unexpected change
Anything before came Devilish.
Everything forgotten; God has it.
Jingoist killings long Mankind’s never optimised purpose.
Quarantined rights sent through universal views.
Wishing Xanadu, your zoo.
I’m pleased to hear that I have a poem published in issue 4 of the journal LiteLitOne.
‘Different Lingo’ appears alongside an excellent selection of poetry and fiction writing.
You can find Issue 4 of LiteLitOne here. https://www.litelitone.com/issue-4
There’s treasure behind that iron door
But it’s locked tightly shut
Impossible to open
Without the right key
You can’t blow it up either
With a stick of dynamite
Or a wad of explosives
No, you’ve got to have the key
Lucky for me, I’ve found such a key
All I have to do is sit calmly
Clear my thoughts and breathe
Focusing on the cool air going in
And the warm air going out
As I do this, the door starts to unlock
The safe blurs, then disappears
And I see; the riches were here all along
A utensil for you
A tool to help
Prepare and dine
Rows and columns
Trial and error
Loading up patterns
To make a picture
Of a time now passed
There are missing pieces
Here are the lyrics for First Light, a song off the new Points of Convergence EP.
The new EP can be found here: https://pointsofconvergence.bandcamp.com/album/the-present-climate
Here are the lyrics for First Light:
First light fades and the wall of sound filters in
Wake up you and wake up me
We’ve some work to do
The coffee tastes wrong as the shadows nod in
A jerk shirk wonky time
The moment’s not here
The moment’s not there
As we flutter outside
I want a new time
As I’m waiting for the mood to change
But something’s holding back
There’s no more chance
There’s no more chance right here
To discuss the possibilities of all these lines
And all these fractured times
This unresolved space has circles of impact
Brought about by the stones
That I throw
That I throw
The impact brought about by the stones that I throw
That I throw
A new EP from Points of Convergence has just been released.
Featuring my vocals and words alongside the music of the synth production of Metascrawl, the 5 track EP ‘The Present Climate’ is a dreamy lo-fi synth/spoken-word look at the internal and external world we’re living in today.
Have a listen and download for whatever you feel here https://pointsofconvergence.bandcamp.com/album/the-present-climate
My submission to the call for final poems by Enclave at Entropy Mag is up at the following link:
‘Blinded’ is a response to: “If the world were to end next week, what is the final poem you write, the final poem you give away generously, treacherously, genuinely, fearfully, necessarily, beautifully?”