Thursday, July 30, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
poem ~ Emily Howard/ Mark Cobley
we looked for it in love
a small nut to worry in our pockets
smoothing the grooves of minor mystery
not so mysterious, not really
quite. the transference
we looked for it in words and
the mercurial mirror.
I have
starved, days on days. only
so that I might describe so
you might agree. but love
somewhere excellent birds live
by a river by
Almond trees.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
notes from the broken book ~ mark cobley
whilst they find the pages
for which we wait.
it could well be your birthday
via crucis
via dolorosa.
my father's house was
such a fine house with
a lovely.
the beautiful clouds don't
help they just confuse the issue
i have flat lined. i am drifting. they search for things.
little conkers form in the trees. it will soon be time for school
by the river that
has boats and weeds that smell of skin.
whilst waiting
the long ladder leans against the wall (we notice)
like the letter A
like a light coming on.
the long walk to the railway station of parting company
I am on the train home.
We don't hear them calling after us. But none of this
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