Category Archives: spoken word

Storms

Out of the sea; the wreckage. And did this vessel ever look so Beautiful as now, With the beach strewn through it? – Out of the wreckage, the treasure. Did anything ever hurt as much as this to behold? –

Storms

Out of the sea; the wreckage. And did this vessel ever look so Beautiful as now, With the beach strewn through it? – Out of the wreckage, the treasure. Did anything ever hurt as much as this to behold? –

Bitten

We make totems, talismans, make tokens of our meaningfuls and wish to gods we’re beautiful dreaming full of wishes and woes Wondering where our money goes before the last of the month Replaces it Restores it to less than we

Bitten

We make totems, talismans, make tokens of our meaningfuls and wish to gods we’re beautiful dreaming full of wishes and woes Wondering where our money goes before the last of the month Replaces it Restores it to less than we

The other wall

When white people swim the channel they get to wrap them selves ready in goose fat,  and return noble Having raised money or awareness or esteem or something else we value: Except when the water is teaming with obscenely hopeful refugees

The other wall

When white people swim the channel they get to wrap them selves ready in goose fat,  and return noble Having raised money or awareness or esteem or something else we value: Except when the water is teaming with obscenely hopeful refugees

New recording – thisriveriswild

Here’s my new poem thisriveriswild on soundcloud. I’ve been quiet for a while and decided better to be vulnerable, and present, than perfect, in theory.

New recording – thisriveriswild

Here’s my new poem thisriveriswild on soundcloud. I’ve been quiet for a while and decided better to be vulnerable, and present, than perfect, in theory.

Flow

I’ve lived my life walking bridges,Burning bridges, building them. Did we ever know how much we are like water? That We move where the world Leads us, that we go where The fates bid us, that we Spill when the

Flow

I’ve lived my life walking bridges,Burning bridges, building them. Did we ever know how much we are like water? That We move where the world Leads us, that we go where The fates bid us, that we Spill when the

Darling, let’s get lost!

We are intergalactic souls lost in infinite wormholes washed up on shoals of distant shores, not needing earthly pleasures (mortal tethers) any more You in all your gusto, and me with so much gumption are lost -at all costs– to

Darling, let’s get lost!

We are intergalactic souls lost in infinite wormholes washed up on shoals of distant shores, not needing earthly pleasures (mortal tethers) any more You in all your gusto, and me with so much gumption are lost -at all costs– to

Southbank Slam – Stay Gold Pictures

Hi everyone – My friend Sam Recko (Stay Gold Pictures) just filmed this to make a wee video for Southbank Slam. What do you think? PS. (Also check out his other films on vimeo because he’s a talented guy… I

Southbank Slam – Stay Gold Pictures

Hi everyone – My friend Sam Recko (Stay Gold Pictures) just filmed this to make a wee video for Southbank Slam. What do you think? PS. (Also check out his other films on vimeo because he’s a talented guy… I