~venturus
ian mcLachlan
Nathaniel
Newest
UFO sighting near HighgateI’m dabbing my cat’s war wounds with cotton wool, when, through the bathroom pane, a zigzag of light,UFO sighting near Highgate
a UFO from deep cloud, hovers, then streaks north.
I gallop upstairs, pound my neighbour Amy's door.
Only the second time we've spoken, she’s sceptical.
I do not know if UFOs exist, but space X, what is
not known, should be kept open. ‘Let’s pursue it,’
I say. We hit the street, make for Archway station,
where the UFO seemed headed. The meze bar’s doors are wide open, its candlelit tables empty. All bodies snatched off the street. Just a rush
by ~venturus
TiltParking lot, stars, cut hearts, leather on the backseat, I like the smell of petrol when it burns, don’t make cars like they used to.Tilt
Blue Mustang, leather on the backseat, tell me you’ve got a cut heart, don’t make love like they used to. I’ll walk away from everyone.
Petrol flush, hearts, a derelict car, it runs on fear. Where do you go when the city shrinks to a small town? That’s where I left my youth.
Parking lot, cars, derelict fears, I’ll walk away from everyone. Tell me I don’t have a heart.
by ~venturus
RorschachToday the world ends, but in the meantime I’ve a case, a bar to clear out, fingers to break, maybe arms, rough work exhuming the facts, why else frequent this juke joint where the whores go cheap, everyone's half cut, even the kids run high on drugs, little crack weasels, no one holding out for zilch beyond the next hit. I put on my face and I’m indestructible, a force of nature, doing what no one else will. Through cheap stalls, stale tat, fast food, fry-ups and red light districts, New York has gone to hell, racketeers in life’s temple, car gets jacked, they just stand byRorschach
by ~venturus
Small talkTapping the baton of her teaspoonSmall talk
twice on the saucer, a bright start,
'You've dropped out,' says his mother.
Her vision of a career in White Hall
disappointed by his small charity job
and arts trifles, not one to acknowledge
the legislative clout of poets. She's
a resurrectionist, keen to deliver him
to Society's scalpel, 'What's wrong?'
through the light percussion of cutlery, mobile phone calls, and monotone
hum, which he hears as Om.
by ~venturus
Favourites
Fave News
- 9 Donjong Heights Russian Sonnets - The Winners! - Jan 24, 2008
- 7 Fuselit: Nude OUT NOW - Jul 23, 2007
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: London
- Interests: writing, guitar, parkour
- Favourite movie: Running On Empty, Excalibur, Bladerunner
- Favourite band or musician: Nick Drake, BB King, Jimi Hendrix
- Favourite genre of music: mainly folk and blues at the moment
- Favourite poet or writer: Jack Gilbert, Harvey Shapiro, Tim Turnbull
- Website: http://www.nutshellmagazine.com
deviantART Notice
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
make money from home
--
download mozart
--
Toronto Printing | Chicago Printing | New York Printing
--
100 Themes Challenge!
Secondly, as well as the launch for Fox, K and I are thinking of doing a semi-regular downloadable audio show as part of the Fuselit site/experience. It'll have some music, some poetry, maybe a sketch or two or a short drama piece - do you want to be our 'featured poet' for the first one? You could either send us recordings of you reading out, or we could read out your work.
--
Fuselit - pocket poetry and art, made with love and diligence!
Roundtable Review - reviews, articles and new writing in poetry, fiction, film, art and stage.
--
Fuselit
Mimesis
From Loki, an apology/On my moped/Kirk and co./Heroic Code
Cool! Will look forward to the recording.
--
Fuselit - pocket poetry and art, made with love and diligence!
Roundtable Review - reviews, articles and new writing in poetry, fiction, film, art and stage.
Previous Page12345...Next Page