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Preamble Got this poetry event tonight. Should be preparing. So far today I've lost a contact lens and spent a good 30-45 minutes looking for it as it's the last one! Eventually found it tucked into the space between the sprockets on the old fashioned, brass taps on my wash basin. But not before I... Continue Reading →
Check out this podcast from The First Friday Contemporary Writer's Series of my friend Hillary Keel reading a poem in German -it offers some wonderful sound bites as she uses her throat and tongue to create those sounds not in the English language and so dominant in the German. You may remember I posted a... Continue Reading →
1. I was devoted to blue. But when I met the grey of Copenhagen, I consecrated myself to the priesthood of its tones. from At Kierkegaard’s tomb by Enrique Moya When I was living in Budapest, I used to go to Vienna every couple of months to join in the Labyrinth Poetry evenings at Cafe... Continue Reading →
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