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I forgot the buzz of planes - as there awoke - flew low over my hotel balcony rhythmically chiming with the Incessant torrents of water...

And there you go Beer Book is released into the world. The inspiration coming from Anthony Jones and his tendency to barter poetry books...

...Under 2023 kom Colm Kiernan, till vardags mastermind bakom kulturföreningen Kultivera i Tranås, ut med två böcker: Beer Book på CHAP/...

Kiernan writes with a greater awareness of rhyme and tone, making the poetry flow. I got to hear him read some of the poems

Ad Lucem NR 1 2024 arrived on the internet to celebrate St Patricks Day ,Irelands national Holiday and the day ironically I became a...

On the 10 March I had the great opportunity to read at the Tampa International Book Fair with Alesia Ribalta who invited me as well as...

There is no great drama, no desperation or tragedy, nothing exaggerated or underlined, it is the ordinary side of life and things. It...

But if you are going for a walk why do it alone why not share it with a cow if you do it right you might get a friendly face licking what...

Your bum is a most beautiful thing in sexy underwear but actually even more beautiful in no underwear at all

I had to choose between cleaning and hummus so I poured myself a raki

the morning after a party to be alone today everyone late for work and tired even those who didn't have a dot to drink the slats of our...

turn that light out I thought as I lay back in the sand and looked up at the glaring moon therapeutic madness ebbing and shuddering...

love is a weird motherfucker the one who says they understand it is on their death bed or lying

Consistently Inconsistent and Wi-Fi is more of a concept than a thing here a bit like the reality of the British empire existing in...

a can of beer proclaims no rainy days and always better together watching rain lashing thoughts of summer on the verandah as rolling...

lashing down softly but enough to drown - floods of water as I head off to the editor - dodging through a sea of umbrellas I stop at Ayşe...

depraved boxifications of peoples concepts and non real relations retaliations cursed vilified amplify applications apps amped energies...

wood pigeons in the trees cooing create feelings of home this as my lifeless flat hair here styles different as the wind off the Catalan...

as she said women of Turkey have real asses the artist is right and they wear scarves as the ultimate fashion statement thick and woolly...

after a saunter from the bath arriving well before time the train shall be very late as if scheduled so we go over to the other side to...