Monthly Archives: August 2012

The day called for a poem

Endymion – for Neil Armstrong In her white silent place, the hangings dust, grey pebbles stretching to the edge of black so far away. The goddess feels a lack somewhere elsewhere, an ache deep as her crust and weeps dry … Continue reading

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Martyrdom – for Pussy Riot Dead as a sparrow, in the gutter’s shit and blood, where they had left her, with dead eyes staring like rotting fish. She did not rise after the twenty-seventh time they hit. Her brain was … Continue reading

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Temple – for Pussy Riot Doves, heads tucked, in small cages. Bleating lambs with shitten legs, incense, candles that have a prayer pasted around them. All these things are there on sale. It is the selling there that damns makes … Continue reading

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The first episode of DEATHWORLD was in the first sf magazine my late aunt Meg ever gave me – along with Asimov’s PEBBLE IN THE SKY and Bradbury’s THE SILVER LOCUSTS, it was one of my foundation texts for adult … Continue reading

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I knew the park was not a place to play – its statues leered at me, the grass was dry and scratched grazed knees. It made me cry afraid its gates would only lead one way and when I left, … Continue reading

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Here’s Part Three of the interview here. And this is the final bit – which fitted onto YouTube,

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MY BOOK LAUNCH

I can’t embed Daily Motion here – so links to the first two tranches of my interview at the BSFA by fastfwd at the BSFA, filmed by Mx Squiggle here and here. The other tranches in my next post.

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