Michael Blackburn

The Days, How They Pass; Year 2: Poems 1 -25

Michael Blackburn — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 21:17:01 GMT

The second year commenced in March. Poems 1 - 25; a poem a day for 365 consecutive days (again).

Flight to Arras

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 18:03:45 GMT

A poem sourced from the Second World War novel by Antoine de Saint-Exupery (original title, Pilote de Guerre).

The Days, How They Pass: 341 - 365

Michael Blackburn — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 14:47:57 GMT

Poems 341 - 365 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 consecutive days. The final episode of the first year.

The Days, How They Pass: 321 - 340

Michael Blackburn — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 12:17:11 GMT

Poems 321 - 340 of The Days, How They Pass; a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 301 - 320

Michael Blackburn — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 11:54:55 GMT

Poems 301 - 320 of The Days, How They Pass; a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 281 - 300

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 09 May 2009 13:02:57 GMT

Poems 281 - 300 of The Days, How They Pass; a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 261 - 280

Michael Blackburn — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 20:00:51 GMT

Poems 261 - 280 of The Days, How They Pass, a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 241 - 260

Michael Blackburn — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 13:58:35 GMT

Poems 241 - 260 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 221 - 240

Michael Blackburn — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 15:07:33 GMT

Poems 221 - 240 of The Days, How They Pass; a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 201 - 220

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 16:52:42 GMT

Poems 201 - 220 of The Days, How They Pass; a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 181 - 200

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 20:09:37 GMT

Poems 181 - 200 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 161 - 180

Michael Blackburn — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 18:17:13 GMT

Poems 161 - 180 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 141 - 160

Michael Blackburn — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 15:49:04 GMT

Poems 141 - 160 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 121 - 140

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 15:57:05 GMT

Poems 121 - 140 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 101 - 120

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 13:45:52 GMT

Poems 101 - 120 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 81 - 100

Michael Blackburn — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 21:08:21 GMT

Poems 81 - 100 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 61 - 80

Michael Blackburn — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 09:34:07 GMT

Poems 61 - 80 of The Days, How They Pass: a poem a day for 365 days. The poems in each podcast are now available in pamphlet format and are available free (though some contribution to postage would be appreciated). Please contact me via Podomatic for details.

The Days, How They Pass: 41 - 60

Michael Blackburn — Fri, 30 May 2008 12:14:10 GMT

Days 41 - 60 of The Days, How They Pass; a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 21 - 40

Michael Blackburn — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 14:42:34 GMT

Poems 21 - 40 for 'The Days, How They Pass'; a poem a day for 365 consecutive days.

The Days, How They Pass: 1 -20

Michael Blackburn — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 10:14:40 GMT

The first 20 poems from 'The Days, How They Pass', an experiment in which I aim to write a poem a day for a whole year. Partly to keep me writing and partly so that I have some imaginative record of each individual day apart from a diary entry.

Backwards Into Bedlam: Some Political Poems And A Commentary

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 20:28:57 GMT

Revisiting some poems from the 1980s and checking them out for their relevance to today. 'Backwards Into Bedlam' was published by Joe Soap's Canoe in 1986.

Lost Vampire Movies

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 10:17:11 GMT

I carried it/like a lost/vampire movie/all night quiet/like a shadow...

Homage to Stockhausen, 1928 - 2007

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 14:22:03 GMT

'Digital-Dichter', an affectionate (and short) homage to Stockhausen, as imagined in any Kunsthalle of the mind...

The Forgotten

Michael Blackburn — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:33:40 GMT

A poem from my 1992 collection, 'The Prophecy of Christos'. Governments and media behave today as if terrorism had just been invented with 9/11. Those of us who can remember the 60s, 70s and 80s know this is not the case. Terrorists of all kinds were at work all over the place - Northern Ireland, Italy, Germany, Canada, South America, the Middle East. etc. Count von Spreti was a German Ambassador in Guatemala. He was kidnapped and shot dead in 1970. Wiki entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_von_Spreti#_ref-1

The Worst Car I Ever Had

Michael Blackburn — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 13:34:53 GMT

Three short poems about driving: 'Returning from the Supermarket', 'Moon' and 'The Worst Car I Ever Had'.

Driving To The Dump

Michael Blackburn — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 21:24:27 GMT

The Girlfriend Who Puked

Michael Blackburn — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 12:10:17 GMT

Well I guess everyone's had one of these or has been one.

The James Brothers

Michael Blackburn — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 15:49:04 GMT

A triptych of short poems about the James Brothers (William and Henry) as they might have been in a parallel universe.

My Name Is Wyatt Earp

Michael Blackburn — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 18:47:51 GMT

My Name Is Wyatt Earp. A short metafiction. Childhood hero becomes existential mentor.

Bee's End

Michael Blackburn — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 09:00:20 GMT

Bee's End A dozy, dying bee lands on the arm of my blue shirt. I flick it away and it falls to the pale, warm slab at my feet. How long has it been, bee? Twenty days? Thirty? Perhaps not that. Eight hundred kilometers of flight for half a teaspoon of honey. Work, work, work, wearing you out. Now you're crawling alone with the last of your pointless pollen, waiting for the end. It's nearly over, but not yet. The ants have seen you. And here they come, those bastard ants.

Quicksilver

Michael Blackburn — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 13:18:52 GMT

Fifty

Michael Blackburn — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 12:51:59 GMT

Another flash fiction.

Twisted Fish

Michael Blackburn — Sun, 24 Jun 2007 14:49:52 GMT

TWISTED FISH I have a brief hallucination of small crisp leaves lying like pieces of dried-up skin on riverine paving stones. Tourists move in shoals beneath the trees. I reach the place of plunder and brag: needle and memorial, statues of twisted fish. Westminster: I have come too far. A copper in shirtsleeves stands at the stern of a boat as it turns into the current. Such is the river: choppy and brown; it slops and smacks concrete, wood and brick, agitated about something.

Fogsmoke

Michael Blackburn — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 18:46:12 GMT

A flash fiction.