History is some kind of climb a plinth moment then repeated on the hour and in a different costume History is Nelson stepping down; another poet said it’s a long dark chute History is light dawning, the way someone recalls that fact, that feeling, the way it was whenever History is a text, a voice,…

Dash ‘I’m sitting behind the glass, at rest, my own portrait’. Thomas Transtromer No coin in a slot, no peepshow. No flash of white light, no sticky smudged surface, or four practised faces slammed down a chute but a collison of lasers. Or, put it this way, it’s raining behind your window ; there;s usual…

Currency of yes http://www.wordle.net exchange rate rises between borders changes hands like doves do its feathers work the crowd it’s the don quixote in station back-rooms shekels for the weary dirham for the pure and the almost sane take me where the words are lead me out of the dark press with me against the…