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Pop ya hip

Or: How I’ll cat-call you after 40 years of marriage Hey! You’re intoxicating as sherry.Original like Werther’s sweets.Close to me as a pacemaker.You make me complete.  I wanna get old with you, baby.Seriously old.I wanna hear young’uns whisper,Seriously, how’d they get so old? I wanna love you in nothin’ but wrinkles.Yeah, your Sunday Best.I wanna …

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In transit

At rest, between stops,neither here nor there,your hot head nestledjust past my shoulder. And I invite you:forever shelter in that shallow cove. Stay, While I watch over.

Thanks

A breath – to bring forthtightrope-walking wordsto leap, dance and dazzle,sway the endings of your nerves –  never comes. Instead the truth,that I prize you in quite ordinary waysbecause of your paternal carein those earliest of days, when you taught me the worldand the heavens aboveand the devils belowand what it means to love. You …

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The church on Henry’s square

Outside:Sombre stone and glittering Douro. Inside:Ecstatic saints.Rococo in Brazilian gold.The rapture of a Moroccan massacre.The rhapsody of Jesse’s tree.A tangle of victimhood and victory. Between:A lunchtime rush for salvation.Immortalising souls with disposable cameras.Violence in their viewfinders. Beneath:The dead in boxes.A destination to consider.

The pose is humble warrior

You serve no one by being small,She says, as if we can trust police.There are no cynics in her studio. We rise, lock eyes and close them –A flow filmed, what? Five years ago?Two thousand and seventeen. To think (though we should not be thinking)That was before the rings, the dog, the limp,The leak, the …

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War tourists

The week bucked,flicking the rotoscopefrom white cliffsto ranked crosses. Replacing the elephantwith a bleachedcolumn of fossil,churning silt. A twisted shoepreserved beneath glassstamps the mind. How to slipthis sorry pieceinto the shiningmosaic of victory?

While I blinked beneath blankets

You declared day, naming sunrisewith strong singsong voice offering the worldthe whole waking world and the prospect ofearning a dollar.

Zoetrope

I roll the zoetrope back, gauging itSo cliffside cities sputter into acid sprays. Crests of roadside poppies and oilseed rapeRun to the Rhodopes, gilding wide plains.

Approach AI like Cobain

To find a way forward, we have to look back. Hop into my time machine to survey the systems used by artists like Bowie and Cobain.

Get inspired like Patti Smith

There’s an abundance of wonders in the world. The egg you ate at breakfast could spark a story of obsessive love and betrayal. Just ask Patti Smith.

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