Book of Poems

by Valentine Whisk
2008

Child Murder

I think she did it.
It’s just something
about the way
her make-up looks
when they
interview her
on TV.

Flowers

I bought some flowers;
some yellow roses
and these small white ones.
I put them in a glass of water
and stood them on my desk.
After a while they made
my room smell like
my garden.
Then my cat came in
and squatted on my bed,
smearing his faeces
on my pillow.
I got rid of the flowers.

Unexpected Item Issue 3

Now on sale at The Jago

77 Redchurch Street, N2 7DJ

You Are What You Eat

Cover of 1st publication by Peter Rich included: poetry, short stories, photography and illustrations.

Sole Mates - a film by Pete and Greg, 2008

Unexpected Item, Issue 2

This issue features works from;
Alec Dunnachie
Elsa Tierney
Luke Samas
Fred Lindberg
Peter Rich
Gregory Sodergren
Patrick Hamilton (extract from Hangover Square)

Unexpected Item, Issue 1

Quietly Saying What Need Not Be Said, 2008

A recent artist book
by Gregory Sodergren, poems and illustration, 26 pages b/w.

On sale at i-cabin
http://www.i-cabin.co.uk/bookshop.htm

Text from the dust packages...

23.3.07
There seems to be less to sweep away these days
And ...then there seems to be these days......
And then there seems to be
Days i should have swept away.


25.3.07
Vodka bottle
Ash tray
Mould on the pizza crusts
Ah sweet morning greets me like a curse
Nothing is beautiful
Nothing is
And nothing’s worse.


27.3.07
Save water
Stop crying
Or start collecting tears.........
because
.......the hours drag there heals
......and the minutes bring more fears,
They let themselves in at night.
Last night i felt my heart beating
extraordinarily fast
I opened my eyes to the blackest room
And prayed for it all to pass.
But the room was so black that nothing -nor it-
seemed to be there.
Just a shadowy critter sat square on the chair
Then whatever it was it slid under the bed.
It is defiantly still there this morning, i hear it,
and it is breathy
With words which wish me dead .


29.03.07
Everything is actually made up of
extremely tiny particles which emit
beautiful shards of pretty twinkly light,
however you cannot see with them with the naked
eye:that is unless of course you have been smoking.


31.03.07
Water the spider plant
Collect up your dust
Forget all your past loves
No time for dreams of.
I think love is dead
Forget warm flesh on flesh
Sentiments echo in an empty heart
And nobody’s there to hear.


01.04.07
April fool
There is less to sweep in a homeless home
sweet isolation and silence echoes louder now
the ticking of a clock that stopped
independence and all alone ....
great...
i'm lonely

By Zoe Crosse

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