A Philip Whalen Mala

A Philip Whalen Mala by the terrific Peter Jaeger. A Canadian poet in the heart of London! It is based on this poem, by Zen poet Joanne Kyger.   And in his handsa long wooden string of Buddhist Rosary beads, which he keepsmoving. I ask him which mantra he is doing—but he tells mein Zen, youContinue reading “A Philip Whalen Mala”

ON BEAT

ON BEAT Barry Miles, Ian MacFadyen, Peter Jaeger & Marcus Slease Tuesday 15 January 2013, 7 pm Parasol Unit, 14 Wharf Road, Islington £6/£5 Concessions http://parasol-unit.org/on-beat To accompany the October Gallery exhibition ‘William Burroughs: All out of time and into space’ and relating to Shezad Dawood’s ‘New Dream Machine Project’ for Parasolstice – Winter LightContinue reading “ON BEAT”

new issue of Rampike Magazine

  happy for my work to be in great company. Peter Jaeger, Tim Atkins, Richard Parker, Amy De’Ath, Cathy Wagner, bill bissett, Sachiko Murakami and lots more . .  My poem is “Song of the Open Road.” A creative translation of Walt Whitman. lots to explore . . Fantastic issue that opens up possibilities.  .Continue reading “new issue of Rampike Magazine”

new rampike issue

happy for my work to be in great company. Peter Jaeger, Tim Atkins, Richard Parker, Amy De’Ath, Cathy Wagner, bill bissett, Sachiko Murakami and lots more . . My poem is “Song of the Open Road.” A creative translation of Walt Whitman. lots to explore . . Fantastic issue that opens up possibilities.  .  theContinue reading “new rampike issue”

How to Keep Fresh

For almost seven years I traveled around the world with one suitcase. I had romantic notions that didn’t quite turn out romantic. Or sometimes they did. Now I am settling down in London. Waiting for the delivery of a used sofa that may not fit through the door. I have a big screen to typeContinue reading “How to Keep Fresh”

immigrating back to where you come from . . .

Cold toes and cold hands in Wood Green. Trying to save on heating. Smashing Time is done and needs to find a home. I am 60 pages into Nerve Movie (poems written during my commute on the underground from Wood Green to Hammersmith then Hammersmith to Richmond). When I first came to London in 2008Continue reading “immigrating back to where you come from . . .”