Three Poems

Seizure Wheels

Jerk your collar,
don't gulp, till you spy
a heart-robbing pooch,
or that a
      e may haply bound your way
on the dead-end street
where Conrad Aiken
squandered his brass
on a waif.

Good Morning?

Settle Ascension Day eggs
on grungy eaves. T
               s and ill-fates won't larrup.
Sylvia Plath wanted no breakfast.

Flake to Palm

Whittle ash sapling
as corona dawns on Taurus. M
                        y dissolves;
even Louise Bennett's head-throb
concluded in relief.


Categories Poetry

In 1998 Christopher Barnes won a Northern Arts writers award. In July 2000 he read at Waterstones bookshop to promote the anthology 'Titles Are Bitches'. Christmas 2001 he debuted at Newcastle's famous Morden Tower doing a reading of poems. Each year he read for Proudwords lesbian and gay writing festival and partook in workshops. 2005 saw the publication of his collection LOVEBITES published by Chanticleer Press, 6/1 Jamaica Mews, Edinburgh.

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