Tjugotvå

The poems in Tjugotvå were all published via my Poem of the Week newsletter in 2010–11.

Hey, Moon!

apocalypse? miaow! ima jussa gonna chk chk chk (it’s awwn! laydeeez miming pretty woman walking down the huh-streeet satellites are all in orbison lol! baaaaaaaaayyyyyyyybeeeeee hey seuss no wait, hey venus! “hello, world!” mkay, try again watchin’ dead roy’s black…

björkholmen snö

one year ago today i arrived in sweden on a slow snow train to winter’s nevermind & to black mornings deathly afternoons & mile deep blizzards people did not smile at each other in town & the pub was like…

(On the Tomb of) Noah Ray

when REM recruited you to be in “it’s the end of the world …” did they stop to think what effect that might have had on you stop to think about high school pressure or petty jealousy the ostracisation of…

Levelling

1. returning from the graveyard to rise a level like william faulkner said i made it on a bevel 2. we first met near a pixel in eversong woods jo, our avatars dealt out some serious blows! 3. oh we…

feeling after fear

when you could see it coming coming at you like a giant giant ball of lead or something something heavy cold & dead death contained a hint of fear fear faded & quickly passed passed to an even higher plane…

i remember 제주도

Jeju-do is an island off the south coast of Korea (Hangul: 제주도), famous for its resorts but also for the so-called Jeju uprising of 1948–49. Gangjeong is a small village on the south coast of Jeju-do which is home to an anti-nuclear Peace Zone. The village mayor, Kang Dong Kyun, regularly protests against military activities on the island. I wrote this poem after visiting Jeju-do, and the Gangjeong Peace Zone, in 2009. It was first published online in Peril in 2012.

mark all as read

down here in the dead ideas office we mark all your thoughts as read don’t be alarm’d it’s just routine most people’s are a waste of space & friday’s pay day so we slack off just a bit (long enough…

collapse menu

incantations iv: I feel all my childood & its dreams in this video my father & his brothers & their seventies stereos: born into the space age watching all the menus collapse like when you plonk a person somewhere deep…

Här kommer allihop!

heya cometh everyboddeeee! right out of the sleigh: purring like honey from a see-through plastic bag! & the dread, the dead night-cruise drops its beats & sings ‘la la la la la la laaaaaaa’ like a lidl lamb! hey did…