Poetry

Two Hours and One Minute in the Bottom of the Sky

by Tom Saer I found some orange peel, carrot peel, on the pavement, left for Chester Burnett… Peeling off the snow from a branch I leave it to fall over me. My hands, a change, a pretty Sun in them, press on the snowman’s belly, he collapsed before I got there; he was rigid, the […]

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Poetry

Heads in the Radio

by Tom Saer The doyen of the television cables crouches, one knee resting on the dashboard:  He exclaims this is  The first and last attempt to dull the children’s mouths! They’ve taught themselves diplomacy with brightly coloured picture-books.

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Poetry

Restart

by Tom Saers   Make me spinning visible to Make my pain complete?   And I will not allow this to repeat  Said someone part of me  And I will not allow this to repeat  Said generation me, my parent   What I wouldn’t advertise  To find a smile with space enough for twenty paper […]

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Poetry

Swans, Sweet Trips and Other Music on My Own

by Tom Saer   Push your eyes until the logic’s gone and then, in millions and millions of yards and scars of smiles in eyes The destination singing to the cracks in mattresses is on your right   I know I’m making deeper crevices when walking while there’s everything but softness round my ears: things […]

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Poetry

Arpeggi for the New Year

by Tom Saer   Forgetting this is what my time together  knows, considering   [I hit the bottom and]   the way that darkness has been put to use  since goodness knows BC. But now the bonfire substitute  illuminates the shame with preset ambiguity: Are there any ways to warn my friends  About the Fallout […]

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Poetry

‘Gallery Dreams’

by Tom Saer Categorical return to my island the contract sees still breathing sworn on cherry blisters but now, don’t worry, I have a stronger hardback body of 8-year-old mermaid me Matchless bathing mansion waiting to show its flat excited chest a dream much closer to both of our folds At the biggest surprise of […]

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