Kings Cross Plot: sweet dreams of the riser’s crux and fiction (2028)
Always someone who mused men, compelled to channel that energy into poetry, I’ve been lucky that in my time, print publications and chapbooks, coffeehouses, poetry readings and bar mics were available for poets to try out their stuff. To transmute :: to not mute oneself — and to communicate to the world from the heart, to the lover, to help others learn from our experiences. To understand ourselves. From the stage to the page — my books, followed by posting poems on social media and on my website.
And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured of a craving for something I cannot find and of the shame of never finding it. …I must tell you that I should really like to think there’s something wrong with me – Because, if there isn’t, then there’s something wrong with the world itself – and that’s much more frightening! That would be terrible. ~ Celia in the Cocktail Party, T.S. Eliot
Now, more than 100 of these poems, which followed Russell Square Station: mine the trash, will make their way into a new collection.
The animalism of the brute nature in man is disgusting’, he thought, ‘but as long as it remains in its naked form we observe it from the height of our spiritual life and despise it; and – whether one has fallen or resisted – one remains what one was before. But when that same animalism hides under a cloak of poetry and aesthetic feeling and demands our worship – then we are swallowed up by it completely and worship animalism, no longer distinguishing good from evil. Then it is awful! ~ Resurrection.
Interested in a copy?
Find below a few pieces from the upcoming collection: