Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Wed, 01 Aug 18 11:13:42 +0000 View Full Post Moulding tides, casting waves, work, abrade coarse rock to rounded pebbles. I pick one and skim centuries across the surface. @micro_poetics
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Sun, 29 Jul 18 18:15:18 +0000 View Full Post I Found A Dead Fly In My Beard and I do not know how long it had been there. The sweet thing, nestled, clung to a follicle, black, silent, minute, and a winged...
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Thu, 26 Jul 18 18:32:49 +0000 View Full Post O to when days were full and bulged at the seams with potential and adventure, both impeccably paired with an inflamed i...
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Mon, 16 Jul 18 09:38:38 +0000 View Full Post What Stayed I found you in the morning. Curled in the corner. Your rich walnut back and coconut belly coat cuddled in a tiny crescent. Still upon the sawdust. ...
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Wed, 11 Jul 18 21:31:14 +0000 View Full Post Songs, Stars I took the ten-twenty into town today. Walked the promenade. The market. The busiest the place has been in years and I felt lonely. I left to drin...
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Fri, 29 Jun 18 21:10:02 +0000 View Full Post Fives poems by Harry Thurston, a greengrocer from Bristol, UK. I write poetry on all and any subjects and these in particular are about my personal experiences... Submitted to Ello Artist Invite: Unvael Journal Issue Four
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Wed, 27 Jun 18 15:50:28 +0000 View Full Post On Writing What is there to say of the small plot of my work? It stands collected, waiting quietly like a forest of dumb giants. Some confused whittled woo...
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Wed, 20 Jun 18 11:46:53 +0000 View Full Post It is too often now that I think how rare the silent night, free of wailing sirens, post-pub songs, lads kicking dustbins down the road for fun. How many of th...
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Mon, 11 Jun 18 10:59:02 +0000 View Full Post Swing, Swing After the war ended, they celebrated here for three days straight. Sole prints and heel pinpoints still mark the floor in wild constellations...
Post by nesbitandgibley (@nesbitandgibley) on Wed, 06 Jun 18 21:27:47 +0000 View Full Post We Walked The Farthest We Could Go We walked the farthest we could go from cars and houses and factories and grey clouds and rising smoke to a field, boxed in...
