“The foundations here are solid yet, but badly placed.”
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"You will hear a raven.”
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“Something will crack.”
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"Half is Hidden, Half is Plain"
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“The foundations here are solid yet, but badly placed.” 〰️ "You will hear a raven.” 〰️ “Something will crack.” 〰️ "Half is Hidden, Half is Plain" 〰️
TALES FROM TWISTED TOWN
“And some tears hit the thirsty earth,
To help the things that grow,
While others fall like bitterness,
And splash the autumn stones”
more about Twisted town
Tales From Twisted Town is a collection of poems and lyrics exploring the hidden architectures that shape human life - family, power, belief, and silence. Across eight cycles, the work moves from intimate moments to wider social structures, revealing how the stories we inherit shape the choices we make. Direct, reflective, and quietly unsettling, the collection invites readers to pause and reconsider the structures that govern ordinary life.
If something feels true but you can’t explain it,
stay there. That’s where it begins.
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Death and I share the same body
His bony fingers scrabble
Through my pockets scratching
For tobacco.
Death rolls his own.Sometimes, he drives my car.
Drinks too much beer.
And runs red lights.
Death doesn’t care about cholesterol
Or the fragility of veins
And AIDS would be a godsend
If it wasn’t for the sex.Death’s pretty stupid.
He can only count up to zero.
Sometimes I see him behind our eyes
And when I think of what might be
I hear him snigger, rattle
Our chest like ice.Death is a poor companion
And not deserving of gifts.
All he gets he takes.
(The elasticity from skin
The enamel from teeth
The blood from lungs
The moisture from bones.)I don’t like Death
He’s so superior.
One day I’ll lose
The struggle for Death’s Body
But there are other battles
Left to win
And anyway…
Death can’t spit. -
You can hear your momma crying
As you’re running through the trees Summer is exploding ‘round you There’s jasmine on the breeze.
But the season’s kind of twisted
You don’t know what she needs It’s like she thinks its autumn
And she’s sowing tears like seeds.This world is just so obvious
All the leaves are green
Insects dance through shafts of light
And smash against the screens.
And some tears hit the thirsty earth
To help the things that grow
While others fall like bitterness
And splash the autumn stones.Summer is the season
The season without stones
In winter they split beneath the earth
In spring they shine like bones.
In autumn they lie hidden
For harvest blades to find
Or broken down by years of tears
They turn to soil in time.And it isn’t that she doesn’t love you She just thinks she knows the way That you should live in summer Before autumn comes to stay.
And somewhere, in some other place
She’s wrapped inside her need Thinking that it’s autumn
And sowing tears like seeds. -
I will write you a letter.
It will smell of jasmine.
When you unfold it, it will feel like fine sand against your skin.
The script will be dark and bold, barely legible
Seeping slightly into its supporting fibres.You will read it
Something will crack
You will hear a raven.
Fold it away, and put it
Inside a shoebox, a drawer,
Out of mind.
Move on.One day you will find it again
And this time
It will smell of jasmine
It will break your heart
Fill you with ruinous joy
Alone…
And then
It will stay inside you
Unfoldable.
listen
I love encountering writing on the page — letting it seep in and take on colour and texture in my own head.
But it works differently when spoken. The words land in another way. The rhythm changes. The weight changes.
This is another way into it.
They begin below.
“Just read Living Bomb – words for understanding people we can’t understand.” — Liseby, Traveller
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“I’ve just read Karma Devil. There is something in the way you handle tension and release that really resonates with me; it’s rare to find that balance.” — Olivier, Writer
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“Death’s Body — I loved your opening line. It’s so self-evident, and yet surprising to read.” — Mary, Teacher
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“When I read Spring Revolution yesterday, I was blown away. I’d read it before many times without really understanding it. This time, I did.” — Bernd, Musician.
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“Just read Living Bomb – words for understanding people we can’t understand.” — Liseby, Traveller 〰️ “I’ve just read Karma Devil. There is something in the way you handle tension and release that really resonates with me; it’s rare to find that balance.” — Olivier, Writer 〰️ “Death’s Body — I loved your opening line. It’s so self-evident, and yet surprising to read.” — Mary, Teacher 〰️ “When I read Spring Revolution yesterday, I was blown away. I’d read it before many times without really understanding it. This time, I did.” — Bernd, Musician. 〰️
