Tag: muse


A poem recalling recitations and how I learned to love this most aesthetic language

The silence bug

Oh I’m a poor sleeper, catch me a dream the silence bug has swallowed the scream we’ve all been bitten by it but there’s no twice shy when the muse goes mute a wretched occurrence of recurring brain fever sans thought, sans vision, sans senses, sansculotte anarchy from the… Continue Reading “The silence bug”

first spurt

where’s food for thought bread has staled with festive glut am slothful now and abstinent unease grows amongst the quiet only an urge to knuckle dust the Muse and stir and turn about tutting with that impatient timpani of first finger and fist stuck for words in a doldrum drift of sea or snow, suspended in… Continue Reading “first spurt”