all i could see
was the colour of skin
when it comes alive.
that translusecent hue
halfway between electricity
halfway between science.
all i could see
was the colour of skin
when it comes alive.
that translusecent hue
halfway between electricity
halfway between science.
Hi Jes,
I’ve been looking for your email address – since Tim Wright is overseas, one thought it would be easier to look on-line. And so I find your blog. I like it, and I shall link to it from mine. The reason I am searching for your email is so I can send you out this email about Unscrunched, the on-line exhibition space.
I am sorry I have not responded directly to your poem, skin colour. I will however, quote a poem from Tom Beckett, whose book “Unprotected Texts” I got in the mail yesterday. I pick a page at random:
Anything
I’m now
bound by
invisible strings
to entire
constellations of
staggering zombies.
Anything that
occurs yields
a potential
zombie (anything)…
Hi Nick,
Thanks for this response!
My mail is: jes@eatingmywords.net
Look forward to hearing from you.
jes