The Golden Age

February 27, 2015 § Leave a comment


Of television: life and living.


It’s true that our plumb jobs start early

And that we’re late to leave

But my god


It’s the Golden Age –

Of television.

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A Ballpoint Pen

February 26, 2015 § Leave a comment

A ballpoint pen glides

Across the paper


A fresh white sheet

Torn from a notebook


Blue ink slashing

Its emptiness


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The Point of Pictures

February 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

The premise for this piece hardly seems worth mentioning, yet it is the necessary starting place for this discussion: we take a lot of pictures these days. We take them on phones and on cameras and on webcams and on any other gadget that you could possibly imagine to attach photo-taking technology onto. And all of these devices are pretty much always around. And so we snap, snap, snap. While there is plenty to be said about technology changing society, its efficacy and ubiquity – especially in developed countries but increasingly everywhere else as well – there is also something be asked: what is the point of pictures?

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Scratch My Name Into the Feet of Statues

February 23, 2015 § Leave a comment

Scratch my name into the feet of statues

Around the world; write me into being;

On the spotless walls of the avenues

Re-scrawl my name with love everlasting.

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Tin Can

February 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

A tin can rattles

Across the tram floor

Spinning the red can

Rolls towards a tram door

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