I am overjoyed to be able to announce for you that my forthcoming book Sublingual will be out with Eyewear Publishing Ltd in mid-December, launching at an event at the Brixton Windmill in London on the 10th. I'm also delighted that I can show you my beautiful book cover. This, for me, is a dream … Continue reading My Book Cover
poetics
Handkerchiefs and Indices
On the subject of the possible infinity of colour, can one go on halving a wavelength before it reaches a probable quantum limit? Disparities of hue and tint could behave as qualifiers. The qualities of discrete indices. In my lifetime I require handkerchiefs of each colour to knot for all my unique memories. … Continue reading Handkerchiefs and Indices
North West Burlesque Society
It is in the Dionysian quarter, an aureate theatre where an aurora of skittering femme-cerise blaze fathoms. On the borrowed dais, fine grind cuts a lustrous emulsion, the gathered sway the delicate beats of Heliconius Sapho. The rhodium globe shimmies in obsidian verse, modulating strata in body declensions, bitten poses, breastfed rose divinity, onlooker seances … Continue reading North West Burlesque Society
Divorce
O The joy of renting. An archeology of a mattress; misted with oxytocin, friction and unchosen brocade. Conventicle of duets; half-truth humbucker … Continue reading Divorce
Charivari
If I could go back in time I'd choose early 1985. I'd withstand the chintz and cat eyes, the smell of crimp-scorch, to backcomb in music, a cultural revolution. Hidden in the collected works of Isaac Newton is a code for time travel. It explains abandoned Aristotelian notebooks. It explains the ferocity of the two … Continue reading Charivari
Revolutions
Feet in step from bitter, snow brogues, kick-rhythms evaporate. Replaced by a shaved step- father’s smoothed semi- automatic carpentry. Palm to gun- stock in your space; a territory. Still it was rhythmic and artful, kitten scrat technology. Chest rises, inhale all known knowledge, exhale application. Exhale wood, breathe in black powder from bore shells, conflagrating. … Continue reading Revolutions
Lucy A. Evans Poetry 