Writing For Others
I have started doing something on TikTok, where my name is Musehicktok, where I ask people for requests of what they would like me to write a poem about. I relish the challenge, and I love the chance to get know those…
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what do you evoke?
what do you evoke? is it what you wrote or how you spoke? you are trying to get conscious not self-conscious feeling jesus feeling pontius moving towards an eye dear to sink into the grey meat to drive nails into the feet…
Uneducated
There a desire to remain somewhat uneducated. Why? Because education can smooth off the edges and make you as boring and tedious as the dusty fuckers who think that they are the gatekeepers of culture. If you dance to the music or…
stopped and started so soon
you hit some kind of impasse and there’s temptation to be crass instead get off your ass and recognise the glass as neither half empty or half full but a mirror, temporarily dull you get up and bring a renewed vigour the…
A Robot Eventuality
An echo talked to a mirror stood in the shadow of a man that was now little more than a rumour. The cameraheads were swarming and the parrotgraphs were flocking and pictures and other forms of reportage were happening at a rapid…
watching writers as a writer
Watching writers read and watching writer’s stories explored by talking heads around them is interesting. Does it give you more than the writing you read from them? I’m not sure. When I would write about reading Bukowski I was doing so with…
to knock them open
i slip my tongue into your mouth to taste your words a language that is needed to lift your heart and the music carries all of us high over the land to crash on opposite shores running between closing doors to knock…
For The Love Of My Cat
I realised the other day that I may have found animals that I have owned after they have passed, but I have never sat with an animal as it dies. It seems reductive to even generalise, because my cat Gandalf and I…
Button
But on the button was the words don’t put your butt on the button; it was on the button. You sometimes wonder at the idiocy of those in charge, especially when they charge over the ramparts into the face of enemy fire.…
half a smile ago
half a smile ago i was this kind of person half a mile ago we saw the situation worsen a bathroom tile ago we were showering off the dirt of the day into the trough do you know where you are? if…