Chris Stewart’s poem “Sublunary” is forthcoming this year in the international annual anthology Great Weather For MEDIA. He plays the Cheltenham Literary Festival in 2017. Chris w…
Chris Stewart‘s poem “Sublunary” is forthcoming this year in the international annual anthology Great Weather For MEDIA. He plays the Cheltenham Literary Festival in 2017. Chris was longlisted for the CYCLOP International VideoPoetry Contest 2015. He’s performed at the Edinburgh Fringe and toured with Apples and Snakes on Public Address. His poems appear in a variety of magazines including TheAtticus Review, Alliterati, Freak Circus and Outdoor Photography. He’s anthologised in Break-Out (Ek Zuban, 2013). Tweet him @SideBurnedPoet. Find his award-winning filmpoems here: www.youtube.com/zorki28
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sometimes, when academia chokes itself on too many words, too much fakeness, i find myself translating all the talk into singlish. at conferences and in class discussions: “thank you SO much …
A poem of mine x
Even Ciarin Has Women Troubles
‘I passed up a sure thing.
This amazing girl,
all she wanted was vindication
through casual sex.
She sat on my lap
and asked a passing random
to join us.
I was this close.
‘Then this girl,
this other girl,
the other girl,
this raven haired Irish beauty,
the girl I have no chance with,
‘But it’s her personality
or the fact I can’t have her
or because… because…
‘Because, she’s like the best person to take to the theatre,
she’ll laugh at what she wants, you know,
with this really loud, distinctive laugh,
that most people, if they had this laugh,
they’d keep it shelved, no?
She doesn’t hide it,
this obnoxious laugh.
‘She came from nowhere
and then she’s there,
she’s suddenly there
by the stairs
‘And I’m this close, this close
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Source: Buy The Machinery
She watched him expire by the fading lymph-light And knew good riddance was the appropriate sentiment except She’d read him the books crescented in the penumbra of his node-lamp And felt a lump unl…
Source: Hospice by Chris Stewart