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Snapshots
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accrue meaning quiet light turned to a flicker my reflection in the window melding into massy shaddows in daylight the moulded dark will solidify as distant hills My Caravan :) Liz Kirby Heath Moor Farm Rushton Spencer UK 7.40pm 11/26/03 Lorry rain fine and dusty Sunrise grey and the road a pale black that does not return but continues into smoke and the absence of light. Liz Kirby Stoke-on-Trent UK 8.05am 12/03/03 Flowers in the hedgerow rotting in brittle celophane. Slow, the sign says. Slow. Liz Kirby Macclesfield to Leek Road at Fool's Nook corner 5.15pm 1/21/03 water falls dark comes down in silence the wind has broken a door lifts the floor shudderings that carry night underneath Liz Kirby Feb 4th 2004 Heaton Moor UK 2/04/04 The Limerick of Mastery Having been to the Museu dos Azulejos Lia and Erin went off on the bus. They were so fazed That their eyes were glazed And they needed tea in two pots! Liz Kirby Lisbon 5.00pm 2/18/04 clouds pour in columns of shadow across the failing sun a trail of falling smoke in golden light white ice the foaling of the smouldering sky Liz Kirby Wincle Minn, Sutton Common and Wildboarclough viewed from Gunn Hill 5.40pm 2/25/04 have you opened it? you've opened it dont open it well have you opened it? wait till eleven oclock wait he's one mithering mithering sod it's flashing now he says can I have the small breakfast please? dont get toast with small breakfast you get your tea and coffee ask the lady if she wants toast on side she's just learning so you want beans or tomatoes? beans please just write down beans that's it just take three pounds from the lady Liz Kirby Pat's Place Fingerpost Shopping Centre, Wigan, UK. 3/17/04 edge over paper some crossing out in blue biro a thick felt pen that blocks out the blank a pulse mind, arm, hand, page, eye white inner space pours into tight tracery Liz Kirby City of Stoke-on-Trent Sixth Form College (UK) Wed 24th March 2004 12.35pm 3/24/04 Never seen him sitting with his feet up before. A bullock jumped on it. He went all colours. It hasnt swelled but he's on the ibruprofen. Five hundred sheep about to lamb. Two heifers due any day. Lucky he fixed the ridge tiles after last week's gales. We've had the March winds now we'll get the April showers. Liz Kirby Heaton Moor Farm, Staffs, UK. 8.45 pm, March 31st 2004. of gloss paint pressed against eyes and skin. The brush moves smoothly when it is loaded and grates when it dries. Great pale blotches still on my arm, as I sit with wine and a friend. Macclesfield Uk 7th April 2004 Liz Kirby unfamiliar wind catching us cold a street we dont know your hand in my pocket for the warmth of red velvet Liz Kirby Glasgow 14th April 2004 22.20 The oak that has been dead wood all winter a shadow slicked with wet snow has put out its life into green fire. Liz Kirby 21st April 2004 Heaton Moor Farm, UK. the tree turned out to be a sycamore all the elms have long since ghosted their winter branches falling between brittle and dust heavy cloud and grey spates of rain brought our sky closer but we knew the moon was out there somewhere sinking into her own rust Liz Kirby 5th May 2004 *** an axe is set to the tree the barbeque will burn for an age we expected our wives to be home when we got back from work talk shows talk talk one neck is bare to the knife pixels oscillate to take the edge off the twenty first century we kill what we cannot make Liz Kirby Macclesfield UK 12 May 2004 *** dusk the indeterminate time when fields fill with blue-grey water colour drains into its most subtle shades a flickering shows that the bats are out traffic lights burn red glow amber to green throwing the gem-light of their changes down the empty road a man in handcuffs bows his head it cannot be long now we are waiting Liz Bosley Cross England 9.45pm *** she was waiting in the cellar for sunlight for the mouth to open as soon as we called to her the first answer became clear she knew very well where the remnants were she had hidden them for safekeeping it was only a short journey riding on the bear's back Liz Kirby Waterfoot England Wed June 2nd 2004 Poetryetc is a listserv relating to poetry and poetics which provides a forum for poets to debate their critical and creative work. The list has over the years run a number of projects for its members, of which Snapshots has been the most enduring. Every Wednesday, Poetryetc members were invited to post short poems on any subject or in any form they chose. The idea was to make a poetic collage of instamatic “snaps” of that day that reflected the international membership of the list. The project has generated an astounding number of poems. The first two runs, of six weeks each, and the first ten weeks of the third run, are archived at Wild Honey Press www.wildhoneypress.com under Poetryetc Project. The rest - amounting in all to a run of a year - are archived here. Poetryetc, like its affiliate Salt Publishing (http://www.saltpublishing.com), was founded by Australian poet John Kinsella. Salt is managed by Christopher Hamilton-Emery (cemery@saltpublishing.com), while Poetryetc is owned by Alison Croggon (ajcroggon@bigpond.com). Poetryetc is now archived at http://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/lists/poetryetc.html. and anyone interested can join from that url. To contact the listowner: Alison Croggon These pages are designed, maintained, and hosted by Rebecca Seiferle, the Editor of The Drunken Boat. To email. 
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