poetry – couchmagpie

Vladimir Nabokov – Pale Fire

There’s really only one reason why I read this book and that’s its appearance in Blade Runner 2049. Replicant blade

Walking the Ghost On the windy winding way I hear trees crying their autumn tears while clouds hang like childhood

The Whales II Glasnost in Alaska, near Point Barrow the ice is bare and vicious, the way out is narrow

The Whales Putu comes up again for air spraying sparkling water everywhere her snout falls like a granite ship passing

I was supposed to be doing another weekly blog post tonight, but maybe I’ll do that tomorrow. Walking on my

Inspired by a stationary nodding dog in the back of a parked car at work this morning, I started writing

I’m pleased to announce that my collection of short stories (and a little bit of poetry) is now available on

I can feel it A barely hidden momentum To my life No matter what pleasures arrive It haunts me This

From our red tower We have the misty power To travel across the land In letters written by other hands

On March 29th 1989, I was eighteen and in the middle of studying for my A-Levels. In the days leading