On Reading The News & 2 other new poems by Linda Stevenson

On Reading the News I don’t believe you. See how my world weariness testifies, sighing, muttering. Being an old sceptic, I burrow, dig, kick up more dirt; like a hoary wombat, I claw towards a credible space for refuge, hide Continue reading On Reading The News & 2 other new poems by Linda Stevenson

Hey, See by Linda Stevenson

Hey, See Hey, puppet masters, see me…? trifling human streak of human interference in your inhumanity, a bouncing back and sideways visual echo in the dense presidential mountains, a slick of volatile afloat on your paraphernalia… Hey, your eyes seem Continue reading Hey, See by Linda Stevenson

No Lack by Linda Stevenson

No Lack I wanted everything didn’t you love, learning affection from animals god knowledge of both parts, myths becoming shy craft, mountains and mines for silver, fire and not least a future of new bread, awards in our city’s temples, Continue reading No Lack by Linda Stevenson

Politics for a Simple Mind by Linda Stevenson

Politics for a Simple Mind I try to understand stuffing worn in formation inside worn skull even at this late episode is a fourth reich immanent or in full flower second coming squared I would have grasped math if taught Continue reading Politics for a Simple Mind by Linda Stevenson

Spies by Linda Stevenson

Spies You left me these… suggestions, a generic trait, hints about the London Underground, questionable lines back to back and winding, last century, a formal photograph highlighting royalty. Yet nothing of the other kind, no domesticity, habitual sex or mutual Continue reading Spies by Linda Stevenson

You Can Choke On It by Linda Stevenson

You Can Choke On It having trouble / but it’s nothing with swallowing / too much food hard battle / this cage of physical gathering spittle / for defence do I explode / onto the street onto the night street Continue reading You Can Choke On It by Linda Stevenson

At Sea by Linda Stevenson

At Sea I’m not abandoning, you of ridiculous complaints; I’m doing that jettison act. In order to float, even sail/make headway, headwind, ho! land in sight, so don’t sink unless you want to and I’m not promising to row back. Continue reading At Sea by Linda Stevenson

Verbals by Linda Stevenson

Verbals Oh come on now you can do better than that, find cuter disparagements, that pulped spot under my ribs for tilting the silver, turning; some insults are so pallid, I’ve heard more grievous from cockatoo, agony cry screeching tree Continue reading Verbals by Linda Stevenson

Yet More Morning by Linda Stevenson

Yet More Morning My view encompasses a square of window glass; cloud banks interspersed with silhouettes tell morning’s broadcast earlier than news, well before the shattering exclamations of a hurt world blare out. It’s only dawn yet, wan promises, tinsel Continue reading Yet More Morning by Linda Stevenson

Three poems by Linda Stevenson

Class Rip into me, bourgeois pretense… my intimates will laugh uproariously and count you out. There is a deeper love between the convicted than you can poke at; when we pass at the cell door, we exchange poems that burn Continue reading Three poems by Linda Stevenson