Sam Cottlespring time on the hillside. (a poem)The obscure man shakes a stick in the distance, beating over hedges, moving cattle forward.1d ago1d ago
Sam Cottleinto twilight. (a poem)into twilight again i recede as daylight’s borne stricken blue for the heat’s rending on plainly in pains of daylight, give me the night…1d ago1d ago
Sam CottleAether breathing. (a poem)Voices on the air, like aether breath, Tall tales from the cosmic wind;2d ago2d ago
Sam CottleStill time remains. (a poem)Still time remains, Standing solid and implacable Right in front of my eyes. Whispers of the truth rise out of nowhere. Nothing seems real…5d ago5d ago
Sam CottleStuffed Shirts. (a poem)The snarling edifice of the stuffed shirt, The men and women crammed into offices, Purged from lazy sight by some inchoate Ideology; stiff…6d ago6d ago
Sam CottleNothing came to stay. (a poem)Nature’s orbs burning bright In the dim-dark streaking night, The lambent hues, Over the sky they move, Making waves part away; Nothing…Jul 16Jul 16
Sam CottleInternet Life. (poem)The biggest achievement of someone’s life might be to have A few thousand followers on Instagram. I saw a young man On YouTube once crying…Jul 15Jul 15
Sam CottleAnother Day. (a poem)Burst water mains and another flood falling through all the world. Here, England is the world, and last night we didn’t win the Euros. Some…Jul 15Jul 15