The Poet’s Room

The Lyric is lIVe

EXTREME CLOSE UP. ARCHITECTJust his eyes. Weeping. ARCHITECT I still haven’t been in his room. I just – I can’t

Still LyIIIng

We Cross Another Thursday from the Calendar – Jade Prince [Guilt arises as a fog of dragonflies] – Gregory Kearns

Performing Belonging – Town

I took my starting point from Richard Scott’s poem ‘Oh my Soho!’ in so much as I wanted to insist