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No. 8 (Mar-May 2007)
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Ian Seed [England]

Notices

1
around the corner a pang
half wanted that sweet crawl
but cut to hoisting red
the first packet of nerves
kingly and hesitant beside
the culled horse a mask
further catered so far
a graft shape so fabulous
gatherer of signs

2
from shape of sails
desires a story but first
lock the breeze for pretty
much its link passes
or burns newly broken
a friend north with fingers
whose face beside the text
dreams the melt of the other
with smoke and heal

3
unchanged even riskier
clear lacks a single
or shades inhabit blocks
compositional though unreal
yes you can have me
depart and unfold loose
patch yet chance
had both a packet of light
warmth our god

4
whose roots deep figure
at times who persist
picture to grow space
depict joy whitened
or unfold their utterly
constructed strangers still
more remarkably plots
blesséd I feel
history of the sweet

5
was the smell published
keep asking my pitch
black a tale of kinder
or promise made to measure
since science and religion
sell body you are
colour to take forehead
and deep wander this blur
on the brink of town

6
angels between irony
indeed sometimes a mouth
of carbon ways returns
the right to wear yet
if the product is so good
why the hard sell otherwise
the last one contains
grades of vertical children
to reflect the beginning

7
transit from distance or deep
melt said couldn’t he stay
still about the time
meaning the last course
passer by I love you
what are youdoing avid
father the same year
mining barracks blue
stains the scene or near
divide emerges

8
escape as simply remain
taught wings to pair
in rain how I paint
colour or pause the difference
this is the entrance
undertake at best
broken or else a river
endear with cut bodies
more than night leaves

9
bending seems the first
string of barely illicit
themselves blue city
start tremendous eyes
only flow a moment draw
what you have built
yet capture the stem
of unmistakeable face
to signal they’re better

Born in Birmingham, United Kingdom, Ian Seed spent his childhood in Yorkshire, Wales and Leicestershire. He gained a B.A. Honours Degree in Philosophy from Nottingham University in 1979. For more than twenty years, he worked in Italy, France, and Poland as a teacher, translator, technical writer, and project manager. He returned to the United Kingdom to take an M.A. in Creative Writing at Lancaster University in 2003, and he now teaches poetry and creative writing.

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