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Sunday 24 November 2013

Poem

Lost for words

Deadlines haunt,
dates rush at me
then pass.

Writing is sparse;
undisciplined words
run riot

with unformed sentences
across white paper,
refusing to stay.

The ruled page
stares back, fully formed,

neat and mocking.

Tuesday 5 November 2013

Prometheus Poem (+playlist)

http://www.youtube.com/v/4j32vCtjbqU?list=UUSkMYuTbyN9hi8HaVDmiYdw&version=3&autohide=1&attribution_tag=usDnOMGfCfev2BzMePKwMQ&showinfo=1&autoplay=1&feature=share

Friday 1 November 2013