The Cold Tap Sings

the p-word

PRINTED MATTER

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I have 3 poems in Vol. 1 of Biot among some great names (including Sappho!). Available here.

NO IDEAS BUT IN THINGS

RESTRICTED: SOME LANGUAGE

AFTER THE FACT

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After the Fact

We live in a post-fact world.
That’s a fact. The perfumer
Is opposite the fishmonger;
Firethorns orange a hedgerow;
It is October in this poem.
Poets tell the truth with lies:
It is November in this poem.
We live in a post-fact world.

BRANCASTER STAITHE TO KING’S LYNN VIA CASTLE RISING

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Brancaster Staithe to King’s Lynn via Castle Rising

1 hangover

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1 hour 48 minutes
39 kilometres

Sunday 28th August 2016

MUMBLE/S

Is that a poem?
Are you a poet?
Thought you were mumbling that shit, I should have known it.