Poem – Checkpoint (By David Russell)

Checkpoint Lurching, they bluster – ghouls into the chasm. Fierce lava, blowing, nullifies their fall And dissipates harsh gravity’s concussion, Forces a seething screen of phoenix cowardice, Leaping to swell Into a fresh, mendacious crust, Tripping and throttling the led Into a smear upon pure metamorphic beauty. The skeleton’s jaws yawn apart; A stranded mountaineer was frozen At his prime […]

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Poem – Ever River (By David Russell)

Ever River Prime time, swallowed whole Could the universe, just once Have poured itself into a molecule So that, thereafter, Nothing could flow?   Never to suckle a broken circuit For sparking life; Never split by caesarean pangs Of primal punctures.   Black hole never thinned to liquid Boiling mud foundation pustules Turning all to gas.   All words now […]

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Poem – In Transit (By David Russell)

In Transit   Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe,  definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear.   It induces connexity; the most complete awareness of the toil and monotony which went into making the tube, and the seat inside the train inside […]

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Poem – Immortality (By David Russell)

Immortality You carried your vengeance beyond decease – Slowed down the pyre’s cleansing, Slowed down the soil’s, the water’s warmth, Left total body change open to the senses – Pursued your cause beyond its effects, Stepped out beyond all examples, Further than all reflections, Forestalled all worth – All kindred, all common links –   Seeking to frame a cleansing, […]

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Poem – Earthquake (By David Russell)

Earthquake What happened? There was a fault. What’s a fault? It’s when one piece of the earth juts above another. Why does that happen? Because the explosion down below Goes on forever.   But was that fault anybody’s? It was the earth’s; it’s beyond us. The seething energy-city, ever greedy to accelerate. Did its makers long to sharpen that fault, […]

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Poem – Respitoration (By David Russell)

Respitoration   Can there still be irrigation Now the stem’s closed, dry? Can there still be imagination – When the bottom’s gone awry – When everyone can see Through every ancient icon?   In spite of everything, maybe – When light floods all opacity,   As every block of granite, Basalt, obsidian Melts into a stained-glass window;   When experience […]

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