The English poet John D. Robinson has a new chapbook available through the rapidly expanding Hickathrift Press. The chap is printed in large format (21 x 29.7 cm) and the first edition is a run of 53 copies.
Read two poems from the chap here:
ON THE WAY UP
When I last saw him
he told me he was
climbing to the stars,
that he was living the
dream, that paradise
was in every breath
and that love could
never be defined
but he was ascending
a stairwell toward a
higher understanding
of being
and he was found
dead in his lonely
room,
with lonely photographs
and lonely possessions
and lonely memories,
just like the breeze,
belonging to no one
but touching us all
even
just for that pure
instant disappearing
moment of
truth.
TAP TAP
The knock on the door
always
comes at the wrong time,
when you’re lovemaking
on a sunny Sunday
afternoon,
during a drug-drop when
relatives pay a surprise
visit,
when the post delivery
hands-over a court date
as the landlady hammers
the door for way overdue
rent,
when your new lover drops
by with a surprise bottle of
wine and you’re already
fucked-up on narcotics
and your previous lover
is waiting on a call,
when a political or
religious pusher
relentlessly pounds
or when the
season of ghosts and
demons from your past,
rip the door clean
off its hinges,
it’s time to throw
away the key and
look out at the
countless shattered
doors
left in
your
wake.
Buy the chapbook here: https://hickathriftpress.bigcartel.com/product/everyday-somewhere-by-john-d-robinson
A quarter the cost of every book will be donated to a Ukrainian charity.
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