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The House Upon the Hill

Once upon a lonely hill, There stood a house with painted doors, A box beneath the window sill, A view across the moors.   I made a promise once to […]

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Clasina Maria Hoornik

I remember when the boatman found you Floating In the Schelde, And plucked you out as if you were A Clump Of damp black hair, Knotted around a shallow drain. […]

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Final Stroke – A Found Poem

As anyone who has taken the Modernism module whilst studying English Literature at Queen Mary will know, a Found Poem is created by taking words, phrases and passages from other sources […]

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A Corpse’s Shadow

The body was in the boot, but its smell had crept through the car and sat down on the passenger’s seat. Frank thought it must have been a day old […]

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Hole-Heart Boy

into a library of toxins enter the hole-heart boy   on a guanine dice-roll or a meiotic card-shuffle or god’s fingers poking a womb   “don’t we have it lucky?” […]

With Child

In an aisle at the supermarket’s centre was a shelf of too-large-to-be-true Perspex boxes. In every box was another box: a little white one, and in every little white box […]

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Last Week

Centimetre by centimetre You opened up a hole in me At the start I barely noticed Until I Was standing at the airport gate Too early leaving you behind And […]

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The Red Horse: Part One

Old Mama was a bay mare standing at fifteen-two hands. She was also the best horse that Pearson Michaels had ever gotten.  Given to him by an uncle on his […]

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Brotherhood

You snuffed out your cigarette With a cruel stamp Of your twisted foot. The ash spilled out, Out into silence Where air and sweat Mingled with the dying light.   […]