Risky potential in another file

Back row snog leads to a smoke

Down on the couch with my

Ticket to ride

Carrying yesterday second hand

Across finer memories across leafy roads

And cherish the richest poor child,

Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.

And Mary pondered these

Things in her heart –

Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.

Telephones are sex...

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Risky potential in another file

Back row snog leads to a smoke

Down on the couch with my

Ticket to ride

Carrying yesterday second hand

Across finer memories across leafy roads

And cherish the richest poor child,

Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.

And Mary pondered these

Things in her heart –

Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.

Telephones ar...

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Neutral mind draped across grimy windows,

Got to be cocks and screwdrivers

Ducking and diving across unexpected surprises

Policies of strange girls from Blackpool

and Brief Encounters recycled in Staleybridge

Lumps of snot tubes or mask

Red sore skin rubbed to rust

We meet in hospital corridors,

Platforms of abandoned train stations

It was 50 yea...

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Just reminding folks that Verna Broadhurst should be attending the meeting tomorrow. She is the lady who wants contributions to her celebration of Stockport College. There won't be a workshop, we will just be discussing how we might contribute after she has explained things in a bit more detail. A literary collage would probably fit the bill - we're good at those... and have plenty of practice.

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Shades of wooden nowheres lead to light

Have you got a light

I need light

Instead of six lagers for breakfast

I had a piece of toast

Blood, hope, words can bring peace

In transition a panting breath

birth, life, death - always struggle, always joy

and always always words

Overrated Morrissey sprawls 

on sun-splashed lawns

weaving goodbye lac...

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Breeze of loss blows

an Autumn anomaly

To those who don't like jazz

please have a change of heart

Piercing my eyes like sharpened glass

a salty boy stands in dark shadows

It's like watching paint dry

I am ready to like jazz

Let's ask Matt and Phred - Is jazz dead?

The paintings cost more than you think

Ready to open another door

like s...

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A caged bird in Wetherspoon's

Flashing jazz through messy mental maps

On skull-grey stepped buildings

Where books and more books glimpse

of measured escape

Over corridors blocking ways out

edited down stopping feelings

of revenge pleading eases

enchanted in a warped love

Messy murder, mental madness

Who is free and who is caged?

Too many hang-up...

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My name is Ashleigh, and I work for a non profit literary magazine who are putting together a poetry tour, and one of the stops is Manchester, The Castle Inn.

We're looking for poets to fill up this 2 hour open mic styled poetry night, and we're reaching out to you because I believe this might be of interest to you and your members.

If you know anyone who will be interested in this event, pl...

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Will surely be of interest:

http://trishhopkinson.com/2015/07/26/list-of-paying-lit-magsjournals-from-poetry-has-value/

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Here is David K's ebook anthology:

http://campus.poetryschool.com/campus-pamphlet-blueprint-new-north-poets-2015/

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Crimson dust for a forgotten man,

The nuances of place emerge

All of us are wearing lace-up shoes

In this we are the same,

And other ways

That are hidden.

In screaming, panicked pain swells

Help may be

The only thing I can offer,

As well as my ear

And my time.

Bleeding the sky with your cosmic clouds

That shelter my dark matter

From within...

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Our two collage poems are already available on the unpicked-restitched website:

https://unpickedrestitched.wordpress.com/category/participants-writing/

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Stockport town is upside down

Blue skies, regret for the river that was

I caught your cobble-stones with conviction

Voices from the youth skimming across the waters

Love is underfoot, under wet sand

Throw stones at the past; take care of the present; enjoy a future.

Red streaks blurring wistful meanderings

Lose yourself in the labyrinthine city

This...

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M60 atop Manchester's posterior cusp

Hurtling force divides and creates, binds and destroys,

Cut me slowly, cut me quick, careful now

Not too deep

Just like Concorde passing over

the viaduct with its engine vibrating

on the tracks

I'm lost. Blocked. What is hidden in the river?

The naked road is rusting away

I follow the arterial route to your heart

Gia...

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Remember that our next meeting is a workshop, not a meeting! Sarah Butler, a successful author, will be enlisting our help to find The Heart of Stockport. Just bring paper and pencil (or bark and scraper if you prefer). Our work will be used in a text/textile project called Unpicked: Restitched, about which more can be found here: (https://unpickedrestitched.wordpress.com/).

Here is a litt...

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Tense reticence, the kiss of limbs

for Hanging’s biggest fan

Free and easy

Scattered island red

Poll blood hundred to the dozen

The long, elastic tug-of-war of love

Forgive me if I did not understand:

Lord, may my faith grow ever stronger

A voice cracking on the radio,

Giving some sort of verification

That the static’s home.

I know that it’...

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A riotous toast to Queen Victoria

the lighter the better, under the table

black dagger stabs my heart

Oh! To be in Anglesea;

so beautiful - 

death, rape, law, sacrifice. The more things change...

And still the penny rolls like a sunset

cascading what it simply used to mean.

We worry not, for our lady still holds

the sky whilst she sings.

The anxiou...

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Three two one and the bullets are all gone. 

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Barely living through the dance of night

Tiger-stripe trapeze in savage growl

Swiss diligence with eerie eyes

From corridors of incandescence

To alleyways of guttered candles

Room with nothing but lonely memories

Ghosts, horror, the present, the past.

Everything changes. Nothing changes

Memories and wishes.

Two children play in the ashes

Where...

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Intact, these children dance and sing

Forward and back.

Forget hatred; make love,

but don't whore

Don't tell me the truth

Or look at the meanings

In between words

Summer is a salad of water

Blue eyes

People of all kinds

too many to remember -

Who cares?

I see new words in new directions

All new faces and self-reflections

A pill to ...

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