NOMADIC TRAVEL WRITING

My brother is awake. At first he couldn’t speak and he put his hand on his heart and pointed to my mum. now he is using words . . .… Read more.

my little brother Spencer was in a very bad car crash three days ago in utah. he is in a coma. brain swollen. collapsed lung. machines. I can’t really focus… Read more.

It is really happening. or seems to. My first feed for over three years occurred last night in east london at the Foundery: Sascha Akhtar Sean Bonney Frances Kruk Scott… Read more.

A lot of tube time. Over three hours. I’ve seen some of the same people but we are not supposed to look at each other. When I blow my nose… Read more.

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Prodigal Drift Lapid maze-fault: something calls my name, tomotoe on the table I wish you could pick me up operaticallyhot/cold with critical speculation. I’ve met gravityat every turn and in… Read more.

COFFEE HALL sex drop and damp dreamsin coffee hallbefore a Mormonbaptism there was silent chatter and I was borderline skit zowhile star wars figures melted on the light bulb This… Read more.

My friend and fellow poet Virgil Renfroe gave me this link to a very interesting poetry and sound art website. The soundstuff is really really interesting. Check it out: Dean… Read more.

got a big room for the month of August. Half a foot on the ground. So my third move in London coming up in two weeks. Then in September I… Read more.

so maybe my feet will come back. maybe i can work in marketing for this language school and then create a mental space for my writing. I think other writers… Read more.

went to brick lane in london yesterday. it is an amazing place. my favourite place in london so far. lots of interesting galleries. it is where the new shit happens.… Read more.

It is pouring rain in London right now. Typical English weather i guess. I live in a Turkish neighborhood. I got my haircut the other day at a Turkish barber… Read more.

Portadown cum round againsex drop and damp dreamsin council housingsilent chatter borderline skit zofigures melting on lightbulbs I’m painting a portrait with the pelvis as a disappearing point and masturbation… Read more.

So I moved into a new flat in North London (near Manor House) last monday. Lost money by moving out of the other flat before the end of the month… Read more.

so leave in a few hours for a plane back to London. Belfast was great. Fantastic indie rock clubs. The area around Queens University is really nice. Cool vintage clothing… Read more.

scene speak: NewportPagnell: green green greenand old village pubs, countryfood: Yorkshire pudding and roastand carrots: loved and lostand loved it all maybe not, although, I don’t think so, my lapsedtravel… Read more.

The Goose at The Goose across from Wood Green Station£1.50 a pint, Slovakians and Bulgerians and Polish and North Londoners and a man in the corner climbing a ladderof tongues… Read more.

what does it mean to sell out? it entails something about authenticity which is a big bag of bones. but being authentic is always a question in motion. like individuality… Read more.

in new room. old place. a few cool bulgarians. now my mum is in belfast. flying back to belfast tomorrow. it is crazy globe trotting. come back to london in… Read more.

I traveled from Milton Keynes to London all last week. After one busy extremely stressful week I have a job and a place to live. I will take the train… Read more.

birds everywhere. at least twelve new songs. clock ticking. slugs nestled into mud puddles. Lush, in short. i have applied to a mad amount of jobs, it is the system,… Read more.

hey we go . . . one hour . . . two trains . . . plane . . .london well, Milton Keynes for a while . . . interview… Read more.

dipping feet into dead holes: polski pani polski pani zoo wee su zesh gee oh wee ma me pling plang ol la ba na na the eye socket does not… Read more.

cruel spring is on the way and my savage old identity is in the making, three years of foreign lands, my action is mental,don’t jump outta airplanes ‘cept in my… Read more.

Throngs of people in the centre of katowice scuttling down the street. Legs don’t work right around here. My energies are dispersed and can’t keep ahead of the curve. Nothing… Read more.

three more hard days of teaching in Poland. Then a few days in krakow and then London. Trying to stay calm. No idea what kind of job I can get… Read more.

it was a very hard, sad and beautiful funeral. it was nice to see my mum for a little while. It had been almost six years since I had seen… Read more.

My Granny helped raise me when I was little. I will miss her terribly. I never got to say goodbye. from my uncle Stan: Georgina Phyllis Wilson (Gibson)Monday 21st April… Read more.

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In the daily minutiae picking up, picking out, packing up, freedom is a force multiplier still increasing in importance, where you going with your lazy eye in central Europe rollerblading… Read more.

From that moment on the body refused its movement and there was the feeling of everything left to do. What am I going to show you now? A protoclysmic eye?… Read more.

Looks like it is back to America in May or June. It has been over five years since I have seen my family (mum dad and three brothers and three… Read more.

The Secret of Why We First Took to Our Feet the brain weaves a strange kind of music and our bodiesseem unable to forgetthe memory of what it feels liketo… Read more.

The Secret of Why We First Took to Our Feet the brain weaves a strange kind of music and our bodiesseem unable to forgetthe memory of what it feels liketo… Read more.

it is pleasant to breathe after strangulation it is pleasant to clink a wishbottle against yr yellowing teeth it is pleasant to tie boredom to the bed and whip the… Read more.

Kultura It’s a milkshake dream. Chocolate chunks in a pool of milk. What will prevail upon the tongue when human time is disappearing from the universe? And so the large… Read more.

Shame Ladies and gentlemen, better wake up and hijack these images. Don’t wake up too old for experience. You’re beginning to believe in the past detached from the body. I… Read more.

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Saturday morning Pre-CAE class. Great students. Read more.

Shame I am full of shame. All my work is a forgery. I don’t thinkI’ve said one important thingin my entire life I’m back in a body crumbling within the… Read more.

We’ve talked a little about the horsepenis and change and luck and the way things come down. There are cartoon voices and a jangle of keys at the station. The… Read more.

Most Fridays only contain three or four hours of teaching and then the afternoon and evening are free. God it is nice. Here is a revision of an earlier poem.… Read more.

it is announcements like these that make me wish I were still in North Carolina with the Lucifer Poetics folk: Announcing MIXTAPE (the Reading Series) #4 Mark you calendars now!… Read more.

There’s a he and a she separated by slender wood. The graver engraves and the wood isbitten into. Who carves and who is carved really doesn’t matter. Who bites and… Read more.

There’s a he and a she separated by slender wood. The graver engraves and the wood isbitten into. Who carves and who is carved really doesn’t matter. Who bites and… Read more.

There’s a he and a she separated by slender wood: engraved and bitten into.One broken flip-flop clops along the wooden floor.Each footfall sinksinto sand. A final whistle cutsthe air as… Read more.

Scene Speak Katowice centre has the highest percentage of limping people per capita. The table in this café keeps tipping. Hands won’t get warm. Ice cobra of the mind. Caution… Read more.

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Bloodlump bit my tongue on some thinned-outPolish bread and it’s a bloodlumpagainst the invertebratemovements of the tongue when with contempt the exposure of dust in the daylight: a fertile stasis… Read more.

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have to tilt a little to the right but new glasses are back with a new lens . . . Read more.

Neighbors 1 no eternity without mythical speechtotem mud paints the brainclay codingsseven to nine stiches suture the minda paradise of blemishesmusic drawn like conceptsbetween meaningsvisions in the mudpit Neighbors 2… Read more.

In fact, there are only two things in the universe which are simple, and one of them is the universe taken as a whole; and the other is its language,… Read more.

The third half SHIT HAPPENS, that’s howthe writing on men’s toilet wall ends.This is the worst –to walk with such hungerof at least minimal glow – to findonly this, the… Read more.

Memory Clouds . . . the most benign symptom (Roland Barthes) memory clouds, as the say, feedon mountains, endlesshover that dwells, or dwelledelsewhere, and yeahbehold a punctured tyre, nightfeet acrossswollen… Read more.

Went to a club last Thursday with my friend Andrew. My friend is 30 and they wanted his id. He was visiting Poland and did not bring his id to… Read more.

Detergents force out dirt and foam makes something out of nothing. Foam is the spirituality of luxury. The emperor’s new clothes are a reflexive lyric of the bodysoul. The washing… Read more.

I have been thinking about old patterns. In marriage therapy towards the end of my marriage I realised I needed to be more assertive. To tell my wife no sometimes.… Read more.

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I did not teach today. It helped. I cleared a space for thinking and writing and reading. I am taking an 8 hour train to Gdansk tomorrow morning. I will… Read more.

Auspicious Wanderings Auspicious Wanderings a lemmon seed floats in my milkauspicious wedding rings fall into drainpipesshadows stick to the branchescigarette butts smell like rotten peanuts Irish flem leaves my throat… Read more.

performing childhood is something elsewhere light is a lonesome hymntouching commits to memoryrhetorical proof in perpetual motionlove’s unbroken compositionapproaching the furthest moonsalvation among the borders of civilisationso tonight the gaps… Read more.

new issue of onedit is out today. It features complete works by Miles ChampionKhaled HakimHarry GilonisStephen RodeferEleni Sikelianos It is at: onedit Read more.

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Katowice is the city of mud. The Polish just throw a shit load of dirt on snow maybe to save money on salt and when it melts it mixes with… Read more.

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still recovering. zofia got me a new shirt. dig it. Read more.

got back to poland last night. fantastic new year’s eve party at Spencer Pub in Katowice. Lots and lots of wine and food and dancing. Now I have a serious… Read more.

home for the holidays. a bit of rain. much warmer than poland. the airport took all my liquids so gotta find some more. trying to clear my head. hope it… Read more.

Godzeenie samples Read more.

Routine. Just the right amount. I always try to time when I can eat so I have enough energy to get through my classes. Working split shifts makes it hard.… Read more.

Then:Now I loaned out my voice to a crumbling city and prepared kielbasa for the magic road to childhood. Along the way I found pecans in the irrigation ditch. I… Read more.

Ice Age Debris yawning into eldervisions the priests honeyed their veins and hung their passions behind the cough on the snowed-out television. they nailed opposable thumbs on their wall to… Read more.

In Another Post-Communist Hotel the moon is a grenade in the Polish landscapesetting against the coal-smudged windowsone toilet and one shower for twenty minersthe truth is something that is re-castan… Read more.

I am ready for a break. Very ready. Walking through one of the world’s ugliest train stations four times a day is taking a toll. Worn out for sure. I… Read more.

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Expansions in the effects of grief memory was worthdoing over to arrive again in scattered kingdoms in the nameless book ofentwinementpronouns outnumber us&the heartis helixed can you troubleyourself enough to… Read more.

Did a lot of reading and re-connecting and writing. Read some of Tost’s Complex Sleep, Theodore Enslin’s Then, And Now, and Susan Steward’s Poetry and the Fate of the Senses.… Read more.

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Lust In the sun the body bakesin extreme heatleftoverbonesare wrappedin tinfoiland disposedin the properreceptacle Read more.

Water Circles The Eyes in the myopic arrivalof endtime thought beganin the soulless desert looking for lightbeneathrocks Read more.

new direction for my manuscript. cleaning it up. finding my feet. forced language in previous versions felt forced. yes. the other versions were false starts. All new now. Here is… Read more.

the new manuscript in process is now called Prodigal Drift rather than Memory Swerve. I am tightening it before moving on. Or actually I tighten it as I move. Clear… Read more.

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I am enjoying Alice Blue Review Read more.

I woke up this morning at 6 am feeling the rut. A lot of teaching and little time or energy for reflection. I drank my white tea with honey. I… Read more.

memory is tricky. geting wrapped up in the moment can be both good and dangerous. I have been re-reading my poetry manuscripts Hermit Kingdom and Godzeenie. I feel quite good… Read more.

memory— —pulled up—like dandelions— fluffed and blown— memory —dead tree floating on a mountainof water— life does not beginauspicious Read more.

a german football song on the train from regensberg :-) Read more.

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25 hours on trains this weekend but it was fab. Went to Prague and had a good night on the town hanging with Zofia and Andrew. Then we went to… Read more.

Things are different this time in the industrial city of Katowice. Slowly I am making some social contacts. But still no face to face contact with artists and writers. The… Read more.

“pain and patience in the annealed life/ preceding harvest” (Theodore Enslin) by what cracked chimney does the would-be mercyescape in the Polish nightscape? pouring or pouredendlessly away, it was as… Read more.

“. . . thought is a violent, cataclysmic operation, of which sweat is the most benign symptom” (Roland Barthes) shaven priest are supposedto be more temporal like clouds- as the… Read more.

from Memory Swerve gravewrangled in the night’srites embalmedhead dreamtimmunity held-oncatch whateverwas caught had been singingnot enough on punativewings local football team scribbled on Polishrocks thin linesnodding out returned lagg’d humm’d… Read more.

Verb patterns help to convincemake payencourage finishing Read more.