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AN ASTERISM
The arrangement of sun-dried spiders and flies in the glass dome of the outside light.
The buckshot wound
in this year's Oldham Metropolitan Borough sign.
Rust, beginning to freckle the chrome of the sage-green mint-condition Morris Minor.
That cluster of dead-spots plaguing the glaze of the bathroom mirror.
— Apr 29, 2026 10:48AM
The arrangement of sun-dried spiders and flies in the glass dome of the outside light.
The buckshot wound
in this year's Oldham Metropolitan Borough sign.
Rust, beginning to freckle the chrome of the sage-green mint-condition Morris Minor.
That cluster of dead-spots plaguing the glaze of the bathroom mirror.
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APUS
(…)
Apus, the Bird of Paradise, sixty-seventh in rank,
without a bright star or a meteor shower to its name.
— Sep 22, 2026 03:24PM
(…)
Apus, the Bird of Paradise, sixty-seventh in rank,
without a bright star or a meteor shower to its name.
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THE FOX ❤️
Standing its ground on the hill, as if it could hide
in its own stars, low down in the west of the sky.
I could hit it from here with a stone, put the torch
in the far back of its eyes. It's that close.
The next night, the dustbin sacked, the bin-bag
quartered for dog meat, biscuit and bone.
The night after that, six magpies lifting
from fox fur, smeared up ahead on the road.
— Sep 08, 2026 04:02PM
Standing its ground on the hill, as if it could hide
in its own stars, low down in the west of the sky.
I could hit it from here with a stone, put the torch
in the far back of its eyes. It's that close.
The next night, the dustbin sacked, the bin-bag
quartered for dog meat, biscuit and bone.
The night after that, six magpies lifting
from fox fur, smeared up ahead on the road.
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COLUMBA
These X-rays prove what we probably knew, my lady,
my love. Namely, the heart is a muscle for pumping blood,
but there in the cage of your ribs is a dove, unsparingly
white, turning its head to this wavelength of light.
— Sep 07, 2026 02:08PM
These X-rays prove what we probably knew, my lady,
my love. Namely, the heart is a muscle for pumping blood,
but there in the cage of your ribs is a dove, unsparingly
white, turning its head to this wavelength of light.
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THE SAILS: ❤️
(…)
a breeze from the sun was on hand to launch it
unaccountably into some endless, effortless orbit.
— Aug 18, 2026 02:09PM
(…)
a breeze from the sun was on hand to launch it
unaccountably into some endless, effortless orbit.
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GEMINI
A sun-burn watch-strap timing the wrong wrist.
The trace of a heart-beat under the right breast.
❤️
— Aug 13, 2026 01:51PM
A sun-burn watch-strap timing the wrong wrist.
The trace of a heart-beat under the right breast.
❤️
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THE STERN
My heart went out to the Falklands widow, screwed
by the Falklands hero with medals and wounds, the bloke
whose cover was blown on the day he referred
to the back of the boat as 'the back of the boat'.
(…)
— Aug 13, 2026 01:36PM
My heart went out to the Falklands widow, screwed
by the Falklands hero with medals and wounds, the bloke
whose cover was blown on the day he referred
to the back of the boat as 'the back of the boat'.
(…)
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SAGITTARIUS
(…)
Under the roof of leaves, wearing a green straw hat,
he's all that stands between us and never getting back,
this Indian scout, with the legs and feet of an ordinary man,
and Paul Smith T-shirt for an upper half, worn inside-out.
— May 29, 2026 03:41PM
(…)
Under the roof of leaves, wearing a green straw hat,
he's all that stands between us and never getting back,
this Indian scout, with the legs and feet of an ordinary man,
and Paul Smith T-shirt for an upper half, worn inside-out.
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THE TYRE
(…)
Being more in tune with the feel of things
than science and facts, we knew that the tyre
had travelled too fast for its size and mass,
and broken through some barrier of speed,
outrun the act of being driven, steered,
and at that moment gone beyond itself
towards some other sphere, and disappeared.
— Dec 30, 2025 03:50PM
(…)
Being more in tune with the feel of things
than science and facts, we knew that the tyre
had travelled too fast for its size and mass,
and broken through some barrier of speed,
outrun the act of being driven, steered,
and at that moment gone beyond itself
towards some other sphere, and disappeared.