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{ Poem }

I love all films that start with rain:
rain, braiding a windowpane
or darkening a hung-out dress
or streaming down her upturned face…

{ Poem }

When my memory
/ was a film library
/ with a keen curator
/
/ who knew precisely
/ where to find clips
/ of every word
/
/ I…

{ Poem }

I was definitely typed, doomed
/ to be an exponent of evil:
/ each time I stepped into a room,
/ there was that still
/ expectation something…

{ Poem }

Whenever neon trickles down
/ to meet a city drain,
/ I think of you on some wet roof,
/ a cobbled son of men –…

{ Poem }

There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion. F Scott Fitzgerald
/
/ Holly Golightly…

{ Poem }

Let’s do something you’ll never tell
/ your friends about, my convenient wife.
/ Read me theology until holiness runs
/ deeper than my sackcloth and…

{ Poem }

I only watch reruns now,
/ or films about geese,
/
/ and yet I’m waiting for the miracle
/ I used to find in early black…

{ Poem }

I used to lie in wait to see the clover open
/ Or close,
/ But never saw it.
/ I was too impatient,
/ Or the movement…