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red notebooks,
rob maclennan

In the Garden (jan unit)
Monty Reid

Ten Poems
Iain Britton

2011

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Every poem is a decapitated head held up by a single hair - serge pey

Climbing Death of Vine's Stagnant Splay
Felino A Soriano

Tree
James Mc Laughlin

Poetry for Girls & Others
Gareth Durasow

indigo not violet
Paul Sutton

ebooks (pdf)

Sarah Ahmad
C J Allen
Ed Baker
David Berridge
CL Bledsoe
Jesse Bradley
Iain Britton
Martin Burke
Mark Cobley
Gareth Durasow
Stephen Emmerson
SJ Fowler
Charles Freeland
Howie Good
David e Haase
Emily Howard
Simon Howard
Peter Hughes
Yann Lovelock
James McLaughlin
rob maclennan
Gordon Mason
J D Nelson
Ruxandra Novac
Andrew Nightingale
Serge Pay
Joseph A. W. Quintella
Chad Redden
Monty Reid
Diana Salier
Felino A Soriano
Alex Stolis
Paul Sutton
Nathan Thompson
David Tomaloff
Adrian Urmanov
Elena Vladareanu
Tom Watts
Laura Wetherington
Kristian Wiese
Patrick Williamson

Ten Clouds
Andrew Nightingale

The Scavengers of London
Tom Watts

BLACK GARDENS
David Berridge

Questions for Painters
Nathan Thompson

ebooks - 2010

Every poem is a decapitated head held up by a single hair
Serge Pey

Olifaunt
David Tomaloff

On the Toad
J D Nelson
issuu | chap

inspired remnants
Howie Good

The Juijitsu of Macking
Jesse Bradley

This is not Poetry. #poetry
Joseph A. W. Quintela
issuu | chap

Leap Year
CL Bledsoe

The Lesson of Furniture
Chad Redden

issuu | pdf |

wikipedia says it will pass
Diana Salier
issuu | pdf | .mobi

Clean as a Broke Dick Dog
Alex Stolis

An emotion is a confused idea in that it arises from the mind but believes itself subject to the body. Any idea I have of a body arises not, per Spinoza, from the idea I have of my own body, but that I have of yours. The resulting emotion is no more idea than it is confused. If I remain passive before the emotion that is the memory of your body (and not the body itself) I do so only until such time as that memory is no longer just memory, but the fact of your body like the fact of my own.

roadside savants
David e Haase

Variations on a Theme by Spinoza
Charles Freeland

Dick Erasures
Laura Wetherington