Poem – Crossword Adventurer (By David Russell)

Crossword Adventurer Isn’t it great! The chessboard gone wonky, Thrust into eddies of new clusters – All-dimensional vistas. Isn’t it great to peel and pave the words, To lick their sounds, To hone the code letters with your pencil sharpener.   Happy jump from ‘right’ to ‘dream’ – City breath pause, Gurgling word-chain.   Torture, hiatus of connection; Now predator […]

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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 – Power Kernels (By David Russell)

Power Kernels   Break down the elements, split them To non-existence; Then shatter all solidity’s illusions, Free impulses Beyond the viscous mind, still feeling hard By vanity’s gas upholstered.   And then, for happiness’s definition, Shut the door; Relax, and don’t be squeamish; For every grit of teeth, a pull of trigger, A sear, a cloud . . .   […]

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Poem – Discourse (By David Russell)

Discourse He was the foam on the backwash of conversation, Repelled by the safety-pier; Seeming to crave a knife to answer The upward wave-choppings, He felt as if there were an invisible plastic partition Segmenting the round, globular flatness Of all within his view – A tank, cramping and inflexible To cramp that perfect essence.   Blocks and straight lines […]

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Poem – Part II (By David Russell)

Part II Let calcium lines be shaved of moss and other growth be centered, Re-score the patterns. All who change and slither shall live; those who clinch all roots shall perish. Wilful ignoring and retraction is a key to survival. In the circle, all is death; through the lines, life is pursued. But all life is angular, clinches segmentation. Knowledge […]

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Poem – Lore (By David Russell)

Lore   Knowledge, as a dish of elusive ice-cubes Floating in acid Touching each one, propels its elusiveness;   The mediation of the utensil cannot be avoided.   Acid me, hand me, cube me; Cuddling smudges, polychromatic pollution, Knowledge spectrum.   He must make a memory of solid metal, So that it cannot be penetrated by knowledge, So that the […]

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