Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
swimming with whales in memory of Todd Moore there’s ever a time for the sea mew’s cry ever a roll to the ocean’s skin always a sleep for the dreams of the dead to sail to the home of all Continue reading milner place | swimming with whales
don paco muerte plays a mean guitar in a sound-proofed room the wick of time that used to burn bright as a sparkler now sputters leans to every sigh of breeze now has burned down the wax to thin now Continue reading milner place | 3 poems
not a happy bunny lazarus awoke to a sea of bearded faces a miracle one cried the master brought you back you miserable presumptive cur screamed lazarus the only time in all my years i’ve known some peace and you Continue reading milner place | not a happy bunny
comparative values in the bar el cid señor ortega you’ve forgotten your aardvark said the barman ortega turned retrieved his companion went that animal said pepe is a genius
HELL FOR LEATHER He found the brown shoes on the verge beside the Rochdale Road up on the moor. Who’d dump a pair of shoes there with no feet? A sailor from Lithuania? Plumber outward bound for Blackpool for an Continue reading milner place | hell for leather
old man in a tizzy the cold not in the bones not yet but still there is a winter feel to now there is a craving for mulled wine for strawberries cream of full summer and attendant lips shit a Continue reading milner place | old man in a tizzy
en passant don’t go that road said baleful archibald the dykes are wick with corpses and the ravens fat if you get past the ring o bells where sup the resurrection men and lodge morticians with their half-starved nags you’ll Continue reading milner place | en passant
the mona lisa smiles he stands back from the easel nods she climbs off the stool waddles to stand beside him with quivering jowls ‘no smile’ she queries he winces at the fetid breath pouring from between crooked blackened teeth Continue reading milner place | the mona lisa smiles
Milner Place at the Humber Mouth 2007 | Photo by Maggie Hannan naked invitation steal that hour when all the trappings of a world are pit-cast lie naked harboured in a skin let loose the nearest thing to truth with Continue reading milner place | naked invitation
The sign of a good poet is that he lives in the House of all Myths. His walls are plastered with ancient stories the way some houses are decorated with paintings of the old masters. The stories are concocted of Continue reading todd moore | the sea, the poem, and the house of all possible myths: the poetry of milner place