The Rabbits Are Us: thoughts on 2016

    IV our touching hearts slenderly comprehend (clinging as fingers,loving one another gradually into hands)and bend into the huge disaster of the year: like this most early single star which tugs weakly at twilight,caught in thickening fear our slightly fingering spirits starve and smother; until autum abruptly wholly hugs our dying silent minds,which handContinue reading “The Rabbits Are Us: thoughts on 2016”

Words, pictures, music.

  ‘If I puked up some sonnets would you call me a miracle?’ Neko Case, ‘Night Still Comes’ I’m trying to unravel something about how I feel, and what I think, about the relationship between poetry and song. About my relationships with poetry and song. I’ve been thinking about it a lot over the lastContinue reading “Words, pictures, music.”

All the messages received in my sleep

This site is named Shadow Dispatches, the same phrase that gave the title to my second pamphlet. It comes from the below poem, ‘Somnography’ (a word I kind of made up: literally sleep writing) which talks about messages or emails that definitely exist during the night but disappear somehow before dawn. It was once filed under a line fromContinue reading “All the messages received in my sleep”

Worst/Best/To The Moon

For the academically-attuned, there is more than one start to the year, and perhaps that which begins sometimes between early September and early October is the more poignant, and evocative. So instead of reflecting on my year in January – which I didn’t feel able to do this year – I’m doing it now. I’veContinue reading “Worst/Best/To The Moon”