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Four Lines

of what does this group of artists
speak under these fluorescent lights
gathered round those six white plastic
tables while wielding their tools

oh Dublin trips and stocking slips… 20 more words

Poetry

Shift

She walks past me and we slow slightly and
Exchange the
‘I know you from the internet’
Shutter-blink

Four Lines

Ponzi

Entry: £5
Prize: complimentary copy
Poetry magazines, metered
Pyramid schemes?

Four Lines

Christmas

People make a
Right meal
Out of it
Don’t they?

Four Lines

The View From Moorfields

The British have built
Three optical illusion buildings
Outside of an
Eye hospital

Four Lines

Four Lines

November is a homeless month
weather neither fall nor winter
endlessly it wanders bitter
cloaked in grey

Poetry

Four Lines

it’s November and an hour past
sunrise but clouds roost overhead
grey impenetrable soft-edged
reluctant I switch on my lamps

Poetry