(((( Writing projects and poems
These poems have no master, no god, no arts council funding, no planning permission. These poems aren't good, they don’t behave themselves, they're more than I can handle, they won’t comfort you, they won’t entertain you on a Saturday night, you can’t rely on them, they will vanish in a stressful situation, the less mind you are and the more of a sieve-head you can be, the better for listening to them, these poems will get under your skin and you will ignore them if you’ve just fallen in love.
( permanent agriculture temporary aggroculture (2008)
( space soon
( congratulations, you're beautiful
( characters out in their thousands
( inroads
( perpetual transactions