3 Jun 2015

Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley

Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley: re(:/-) birth if only there were some last reckoning , a slashed throat , a full blood offering                         we

5 Nov 2014

the elemental sequence

elemental games

we take this body , this
passive solid &
change . we play
with fluids , piss
and plasma pump . we
breathe & rise , generate
sparks . 're just brief
dots in energy
dark expansion
until the dark
implodes

re-play


elemental dystrophy

these bones need blood
to move . all those failed
sacrifices lacked
breath , were so
obvious . you
don't slit throats , eat
hearts to fly
on sharp flames

you fuck . you flourish


elemental dependencies

after searching so long
for fire , bringing
flame , he found
you can't let go
of boredom , the next
breath & spurt of blood
a liver is essential
& death is forever

let's dance


elemental prison

restricted
by bone , shaped
by blood
breathing makes you
delicate . it's in
your eyes I see
the rarities , the flecks
of gold . they do not
escape . they argue
till the sun darkens
& the bones lie down


elemental unbalance

no rain
these bones 're dry
& hollow . shake 'em
for luck , shake 'em
for blood . ain't no
glory in this
land . fires
on the mountain . hot
winds through parched
valleys . no cum
no more . no sweet juice
for life . only welding
plates for automatons

they don't breathe



elemental harvest

collections of bones
give structure to blood . flesh
is an aggregate . no constant
factor & breathing
brings sparks like
fingers in sockets , lightning
in dead bodies . will this
monster obey ? or will they come
with bell & candle
sword & sickle
to make a final harvest

a final burning



elemental times

all these crowded lines
of time , withered
& diminished
at each old moon . this
unglorious scree of pagan
flights looking
for a curse . this
de-constructed image

empty . limping away
false angler , bastard
king , certain members
less . I shall be nothing
in the aether . shall not
know you

it goes . it comes


elemental ocean

listening to waves
whisper of whales
& stigmata of squid . words
pour down in time . trees
bend in deep green , hear
tales which flow
in sand

here
in every drop
of silent matter , these words
don't choose . they
swim in fire
burn myths

the ocean sings


elemental poet

words fall
on dry earth . blood
will shape them . breath
will voice them
bring fire
let them burn
into sight

have meaning


elemental geography

this is a molecular
agreement , a temporary
positioning for future
moves . we watch 
for tsunamis , wait
for flame



elemental growth

is no god here . we
are not heathen
& heart is just
a cell construct pumping
blood for chemical exchange
I do not know
what a soul is , have
not measured it , but
somewhere
there is a spark
electricity

15 Oct 2014

Ancient Heart Magazine: mis-fit

Ancient Heart Magazine: mis-fit: are times of interest , for new decisions , waking to different views . I have no rules & cannot fit shall not sign for safety & eac...

2 Aug 2014

Bone Orchard Poetry: Christine Murray

Bone Orchard Poetry: Christine Murray: #1 gold-bodied a beetle dives into muck and dirt a silica of glitter on his porch, his wing. there is no evidence of his home...



Brilliant work from Christine!

22 Jul 2014

the king is dead arrived


Introduction by Chris Murray:
http://boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-introduction-by-christine-murray-to_15.html?spref=fb

Preview poems:
http://boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-preview-of-reuben-woolleys-king-is.html?spref=fb

And a review by David McLean:
http://mourningabortion.blogspot.se/2014/07/reuben-woolley-king-is-dead.html

You can get it from:
http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead/

Or you can message me on Facebook or Google+ or send me an email and get a signed copy from me.

20 Jul 2014

My book, the king is dead, preview poem

orchard

I grow arms
& legs . a face
will appear & I
shall learn speech

if bleeding is needed
I'll open
the veins , bead
this orchard red
it will grow bones

                         this
is my graveyard . 'm
behind these stones
singing
with new lips . I grow
skin for these rites , coming
in profusion , renewing
dead earth



buy from:
http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead/

15 Jul 2014

My book - the king is dead

My book - the king is dead - published by Oneiros books

See also the Facebook page

http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead


3 Jun 2014

More poems published

http://www.boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.ie/

http://www.boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.ie/

A most excellent place.

11 Apr 2014

Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley

Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley: echometry there is distance between me and me I can't see my shadow the echo stares back silent unblinking I don't measure...

30 Mar 2014

Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley

Bone Orchard Poetry: Reuben Woolley: two no more straitjackets   my head is overloaded and i can’t understand what they say it’s all tripos and trappers that...