the bags

the news came in again today

on shores of splintered glass

cut and dried, spread thin

drip-fed on a blurry carousel 

gaussion-primed

inhaled 

like an anthrax mail bomb - 

slow motion death

remember those?

when the terror would come 

in a delivery window?

in days? weeks?

now it meets us in our pockets

ourselves the same as the buzzing trough 

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Do poets dream deeper?

Eighteen Merseyside poets have contributed to a new dream-inspired digital anthology edited by Wirral poet Barry Woods.

The anthology opens with four beautiful works by Alison Schultz - Wirral Libraries newly appointed poet-in-residence. It also features work by legendary comedian John Gorman.

Poets will be performing the anthology live at the launch event at Make Y...

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i feel

cleft.

clipped, like a coin

toward shapeless-

slim-shorn with some

numbing powder applied:

a morose cobblestone in some 

uniform place of gray

toothpaste in the mortar 

a daily bread

and the brushing like 

god's chess clock 

(its been on his turn

for a while now

since 1947

for a while now)

to know is to draw a wound 

from a well,

wa...

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were i some 

tumultuous bundle of ribbons

nodes of ganglia

dry mouthed, room temperature body 

raspy windchimes, hard-fleshed 

ragged 

reaching 

sparklessly clung 

to the ropes of eden

were i some clambering biped

gracefully cruel

a dynastic chandelier of chanfered speech

not something soft knuckled, 

some treading ape 

the dog you talk down toward

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so often, when i get handed stories where people die, I go to where it happened.

 I go the place where they were last themselves, in their bodies, alive 

"why do you film the flowers, Zach? 

why do you show us the grass?

the breeze? 

the green, green leaves?" 

i want to show what it means 

to look up at the sky one last time 

i want to leave flowers for them

when I don't...

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what a tongue flick. a comet-tail
a touch of poison; a fluid sail
lithe
raised upright in a misty wood
to catch winds for long-abandoned boats 
a land-loch, waiting for heaven 
waiting, like I would 

pressed against a door frame 
mounded from earth and ash 

a home writ upon 
these hostile lands:
a space of teeming life 
mistook greens and greys
blotches and heightened braille
 on...

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This music,

it makes me want to fall from the water

float in the sky,

stare at those lips

and kiss those green eyes,

drink from the clouds

and jump on the pond

to feel the stars

and gaze at the stones,

the rythms , the notes

melt my mind

ignite my visible voice

I'm not here nor there

maybe inside a void

floating on the blues

maybe its a d...

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These memories fade into me

Each time I gather

They become seamless

They've woven themselves into the stars

Beauty as they are

It is my past

To the melody of my soul

I caught them dancing

As if they didn't mind the memories that cried

They thought them loveliness

Please watch for when they fall

That is you or I falling to harmonize

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Earlier in the week I performed 'It's Time To Face... Resignation' at the Empire Theatre in Blackburn. On the following YouTube link, you'll find my rendition!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mMpcy9u1Dc

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Silence surrounds us.

Wind whipping hair, sun shining down.

The trees a rustle in the autumn chill.

Yet still we climb, climb this hill.

Our laughter evades the pores of the earth.

Sinking deep into its burning heart.

A lark it darts, flying free and high

away from the shackles of fate.

Tell me, why cant we?

Horse harsh breath flies as the bag we carry fills with stones,

Picking ...

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