the same different
the cat’s got our:your tongue
romance between 3:30 & 5:30 pm
It hurt my mother
It made me laugh
Make the bed
Father broke wind
A horse a horse
Is that porridge i see before me
After about 5/6 years absence I have returned to writing. Before the five years I had many poems and short stories published online and as hard copy. I have had four books published: On The Bright Side Of Down (a collection of stories, prose poems and poems, Bus Stop Bus Stop (a collection of stories based on my experience of transcontinental bus travel), Blues For A Mustang (A collection of poems) and The Life And Lies Of Calamity Jane (a novella).
The poems submitted here do not reflect the previous work. The poems here a very reductive. They reflect more of the short (very) minimal theatre pieces I began during the time of COVID.You can view them on my Facebook page. In those works the object or the gesture was the event. In these poems the words are the event. Each word and/or line can be connected as pieces of shards by the reader or each line and/or word can be seen and interpreted as is.
Recently had 5 poems accepted for a Spring issue of a poetry journal. The editor wrote I had a unique perspective. I do not know about that. Recently I dicovered Vsevolod Nekrasov has a similar perspective. But the poems are the current me.