Concordance

This concordance provides an index to every word in the poems, excluding a list of common "stopwords". It may be useful in finding a half-remembered poem, and perhaps in looking at the usage of words in the poems as a whole. It will be readable only on a large screen.

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et-affordable boots // // Do sometimes

quake . // // Her high school sits right above // // A pair of hormon

or an air- // // Conditioned corpse. A

quality of care // // That might have saved you all those years ago.

y. // // What we say is true, // // «

Quand la sage montre la Lune, l’imbécile regarde son doigt. » // //

[She points to the sky]

As the day went on, // // we generated

quantities of fuel // // and built a roaring blaze. Then late into t

Quartet —a blame game // // MINOTAUR // // I blame my mother, Zeus bl

Cretan Quartet—a blame game

en the music, // // a Beethoven string

quartet . // // Afterwards Colin and I go down to the basement // //

ry vanité! // // vanité! tous n’est ce

que vanité! // // But, creeping further in, she finds a tree // // a

Lemon Pie in Zaïre

Who could cast a bronze bull to let his

Queen pull, // // And commit all her sins of emission. // // The seq

Cretan Quartet—a blame game

// // No woman ruled by orbing tyrant

queen ; // // Umbilical tangen skywards, cut clean. // // I am the mo

socks a silent great-aunt and the

queen’s speech, naturally // // drink to Christmas! and be merry! //

Drink and be merry

ess // // And the light beyond, // //

Quenched any wistfulness // // For light, for love, for greater // /

r the fire in your belly // // Will be

quenched before your passing bell is rung. // // But now I need the p

, from a peak dangling, // // A curled

query around a new gaze, // // Your palm pressed flat to my sole, //

r // // And knocked up his mum. // //

Question his fitness as // // Paterfamilias; // // Son-wise, he’s pr

Exam // // This

question was generally quite poorly attempted, with many candidates no

manage to solve the early parts of the

question were generally quite successful with the rest of the question

like these did they ever ask the

question // // What we cooking for tea? We could have Prometheus

y quite successful with the rest of the

question which was generally very well answered. // //

// // Asking meaningless, roundabout,

questions for the sake of making // // Noise. Repetitive exchanges of

Vicious or Virtuous?

crow’s // // feet in a mirror, so many

questions // // interrogate me slap me try that just // // one more

ns their inquisitive gaze // // On me.

Questions launched from all directions // // As my hands grasp blindl

I am not in my perfect mind. // // The

questions posed are so unkind: // // Parse—calculate—discuss … I see

Exam Room Villanelle

e // // About having one of its stupid

questions to break the ice, // // ‘Doesn’t the idea of the world endi

[Maybe it’s just the latent sign]

on but feta or parmesan now THAT is the

question ’ // // Would our souls not be repulsed by the inadequacy of

A Regrettably Cheesy Discourse

hucked in the towel and had to join the

queue // // in servile severance. // // One afterthought // // of c

nches and bloom // // May your sap run

quick and your bark hold strong— // // May your spores spread wide, y

A Song for the Planting of Fruit Trees

in a spot // // of thrilling, but too

quick , arson— // // under the brown fog of a winter noon // // Tires

[the typist puts her knickers on]

her gas, // // runs down the hallway,

quick as one // // intent on small house agents’ clerks // // and bu

[the typist puts her knickers on]

ght // // Into gaping personages then,

quick // // As they dance into shape, do vacate back // // To blackn

[What have we done]

y reproduction is draining.) // // The

quick , brown fox sticks his hot sharp stink in ones and zeroes. // //

Hail, Holy Houston: A Discourse on the Anxiety of Mechanised Racial Profiling

stag, // // its only hope to lead the

quick spear into the subtle mist. // // You strike flint to raise a g

ing lights that show // // Where their

quick -stirring forms are flickering. // // We watch and hold each oth

Is it a memory?

? // // What // // Was that? // // A

quicker // // Flicker. // // Did I just close on // // My boson? /

Small Particles in the Small Hours

he window, impassive // // Blood dries

quicker than paint // // But all the wide obliging sea // // Nor his

away this red refuse. // // Blood dies

quicker than paint // // Shouts the gunshot on the lake // // But th

inst the cool glass, // // But blotted

quickly by a tunnel’s vulgar arrival. // // Those old eyes are aching

Shit, we’ve missed our stop.

edy // // Christopher Isherwood // //

Quickly ditched Corpus // // With Berlin in mind. // // Wrote of his

quite done; // // Discard and shuffle

quickly if you’re clever // // And find a new hapless victim to con.”

dd things have strewn the floors today:

quicksand clumps, capsized melon cubes, stranded sea monkeys // // Ma

, golden delighted kept at bay from the

quiet and rustling examination halls. // // This is my revision, it h

[For A Long Time She Stands There]

did the talking // // and we all went

quiet // // but he wasn’t quiet // // ‘it’s ail road rail road!’ //

the animals to the surprise of the

quiet couples and the wistful young mothers to the surprise of the

[I whispered my name into the trees]

/ // Columbus was the end. He left the

quiet dawns behind, left too // // a strange new religion, new gold m

gna’s drawing-master. // // He lives a

quiet , four-cornered life, // // Polite, determined, and remote— //

[A still life, with ceramic vase]

Unpacked her bags, // // and hung her

quiet fripperies // // between the places where I laid my head. // /

ong” I said, // // cutting through the

quiet . // // I watched you, crossing // // your arms. At the Railroa

we all went quiet // // but he wasn’t

quiet // // ‘it’s ail road rail road!’ // // he kept on talking //

you said // // and I could hear in the

quiet // // my heart, once yours, had stopped. // //

l force. We did appreciate // // Your

quiet support, as well as generous supplies // // From BAE. Do please

stopped // // and stayed stuck in the

quiet , // // the end of the road, // // not the one we were crossing

// Everything turned strangely, oddly

quiet // // The wind that blusters is strangely keen. // // A dance,

is long gone // // and we’re lighter,

quieter . Let us rescue you from the daily grind. // // We concentrate

ff, I wonder, does it truly subside and

quietly die in a corner like the living things? // // With dreams you

[For A Long Time She Stands There]

le myself to the peddles and roll along

quietly // // Only to return to gobbets of that holds no

e. // // And when the heart is full of

quietness // // Begin the song exactly where you are. // //

road crossing // // the driver yelled ‘

quiet ’ // // we kept on talking // // I noticed the sign said // //

nuts of coke, // // apportion rationed

quires and dilute ink. // // The snow has reached the window ledge. /

A Room of Her Own

laces in, // // Because you can’t wear

quirky May Ball maroon-laced shoes // // To bury your mother. // //

Three Pieces of Advice

// Keep your cards in hand after you’re

quite done; // // Discard and shuffle quickly if you’re clever // //

e of management, // // and all the not-

quite -never-yet notes // // will be burnt to the sound of a piped lam

The Dead Letter Office closes down

Exam // // This question was generally

quite poorly attempted, with many candidates not able to understand fu

goes out altogether // // and I can’t

quite remember the first way I saw it; // // lost like all beauty.

short of a neat bull’s-eye. // // Not

quite seeing the wood for the balsa, // // knowing the great hereafte

ly parts of the question were generally

quite successful with the rest of the question which was generally ver

ireworks when they start. // // No, we

quite understand. We know you can’t stay long // // And must stay sil

// // Just that his name // // Scans

quite well on the page). // // Higgledy Piggledy // // Jesus of Naza

Crumbling and stuffed with other folk’s

quotations .. // //

Cheese is the medium

ment and fossilise it. // // forgotten

quotations unpeel from the wall // // glide down. // //