BACK BEDROOM BAROQUE (Liam Wilkinson Poems)
This is not a recording, circa 1998 of the Cologne Chamber Orchestra conducted by Helmut Muller-Bruhl but the orchestra themselves, ...
This is not a recording, circa 1998 of the Cologne Chamber Orchestra conducted by Helmut Muller-Bruhl but the orchestra themselves, ...
Hearth rugs are beaten in the yard. Each sink is made to swallow bleach. Shirts are hung. Crockery drowned. Curtains ...
One child takes cover beneath our bay window, he waits on grazed knees for his breath to come back and ...
Unfortunately this poem has been removed from our archives at the insistence of the copyright holder. (Liam Wilkinson)
I'm in a strange mood tonight. I aim for the moon and laugh as the elastic snaps behind me, collapsing ...
The Esplanade is just as I left it. Here is the Red Lea Hotel, the Royal, the house we said ...
Hear of the hate I have for these poems as they arrive, out of the night wanting the small bowls ...
Finally alone, I pick up the tennis racquet and dazzle the walls of our house with my Django Reinhardt impression. ...
When I step off that doorstep, still in need of the paint with which I intend to lick it, and ...
It took all day to get going. I spent the morning off like an antiquated fax machine. You prodded me ...
I don't know if I'll ever see you again, but if I do, I want you to notice and nod ...
Then there's the man who comes in every Saturday to loiter in Romance. His face may be milk-white but in ...
She holds the whalebone up to the light until it silhouettes - a black chunk of skeleton, hugged by our ...
Now that my hair has grown long like in those last photographs of John Lennon, sitting on that couch in ...
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